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Владимир Набоков

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Vladimir Nabokov

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Фотография Владимир Набоков (photo Vladimir Nabokov)
   

День рождения: 22.04.1899 года
Возраст: 78 лет
Место рождения: Санкт-Петербург, Россия
Дата смерти: 02.07.1977 года
Место смерти: Монтрё, Швейцария

Quotes of Vladimir Nabokov

Американский писатель русского происхождения

  • ⋅The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅Genius is an African who dreams up snow. /Vladimir Nabokov
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  • ⋅A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅Style and Structure are the essence of a book; great ideas are hogwash. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅A writer should have the precision of a poet and the imagination of a scientist. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅It is hard, I submit, to loathe bloodshed, including war, more than I do, but it is still harder to exceed my loathing of the very nature of totalitarian states in which massacre is only an administrative detail. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational words. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅Discussion in class, which means letting twenty young blockheads and two cocky neurotics discuss something that neither their teacher nor they know. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅I confess, I do not believe in time. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅Treading the soil of the moon, palpitating its pebbles, tasting the panic and splendor of the event, feeling in the pit of one's stomach the separation from terra - these form the most romantic sensation an explorer has ever known /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual, and only the individual reader is important to me. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅Life is a great surprise. I don't see why death should not be an even
    greater one. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅Criticism is prejudice made plausible. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅Genius is an African who dreams up snow. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅Solitude is the playfield of Satan. - Pale Fire, 1962. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is. - Strong Opinions. /Vladimir Nabokov
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  • ⋅Don't touch me; I'll die if you touch me. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅I have rewritten — often several times — every word I have ever published. My pencils outlast their erasers. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅And what is death, if not a face at peace - its artistic perfection. /Vladimir Nabokov
  • ⋅Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again. /Vladimir Nabokov




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