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
Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational words. – 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
My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. – Vladimir Nabokov