The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling... - Vladimir Nabokov
"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"
"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"
"Light in comparison with darkness is a void."
"Lolita is famous, not I. I am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable name."
"I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else."
"Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece."
"Why did I hope we would be happy abroad? A change of environment is that traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely."