The tiny madman in his padded cell. – Vladimir Nabokov
The world itself is but a series of footnotes to a vast unfinished masterpiece. – Vladimir Nabokov
The tiny madman in his padded cell. – Vladimir Nabokov
The world itself is but a series of footnotes to a vast unfinished masterpiece. – Vladimir Nabokov
A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual. – Vladimir Nabokov
My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. – Vladimir Nabokov