Quotes from Vladimir Nabokov


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Revelation can be more perilous than Revolution.


A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past.


A masterpiece of fiction is an original world and as such is not likely to fit the world of the reader.


I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst.


The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.


You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.


Happy is the novelist who manages to preserve an actual love letter that he received when he was young within a work of fiction, embedded in it like a clean bullet in flabby flesh and quite secure there, among spurious lives.


I have often noticed that after I had bestowed on the characters of my novels some treasured item of my past, it would pine away in the artificial world where I had so abruptly placed it.


Turning one's novel into a movie script is rather like making a series of sketches for a painting that has long ago been finished and framed.


Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational words.


No author has created with less emphasis such pathetic characters as Chekhov has.


Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.


A writer should have the precision of a poet and the imagination of a scientist.


There is only one school of literature - that of talent.


All my stories are webs of style and none seems at first blush to contain much kinetic matter. For me style is matter.


Style and Structure are the essence of a book; great ideas are hogwash.


It is a short walk from the hallelujah to the hoot.


The more gifted and talkative one's characters are, the greater the chances of their resembling the author in tone or tint of mind.


I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading.


The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense.