Vladimir Nabokov: Frases en inglés (página 5)

“Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.”

“I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, I speak like a child.”

“It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow.”

“Oh, don't cry, I'm so sorry I cheated so much, but that's the way things are.”

“I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling”

“My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.”

“There was a time in my demented youth
When somehow I suspected that the truth
About survival after death was known
To every human being: I alone
Knew nothing, and a great conspiracy
Of books and people hid the truth from me.”

“Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.”

“Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.”

“Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity; let's even smile a little. After all, there is no harm in smiling.”

“A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual.”

“He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side, even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has.”

“Suddenly for no earthly reason I felt immensely sorry for him and longed to say something real, something with wings and a heart, but the birds I wanted settled on my shoulders and head only later when I was alone and not in need of words.”

“Sleep is the most moronic fraternity in the world, with the heaviest dues and the crudest rituals. It is a mental torture I find debasing… I simply cannot get used to the nightly betrayal of reason, humanity, genius.”

“I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
by the false azure in the windowpane;”

“I know more than I can express in words, and the little I can express would not have been expressed, had I not known more.”

“I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.”

“The square root of I is I.”

“Lolita is famous, not I. I am an obscure, doubly obscure, novelist with an unpronounceable name.”