Genius is an African who dreams up snow. – Vladimir Nabokov
The world itself is but a series of footnotes to a vast unfinished masterpiece. – Vladimir Nabokov
Genius is an African who dreams up snow. – Vladimir Nabokov
The world itself is but a series of footnotes to a vast unfinished masterpiece. – 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
Discussion in class, which means letting twenty young blockheads and two cocky neurotics discuss something that neither their teacher nor they know. – Vladimir Nabokov