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mortisia: ― Vladimir Nabokov
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“To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute.” (Vladimir Nabokov) Yana by Daniel Bauer
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Because of its controversial material, not too many theaters were willing to show Lolita. Sadly, the filmonly made a ũ million dollar profit against its ์ million dollar budget, and only around ร,500 in its opening weekend. This makes it one of
Hey filmfuckers, did you know?American Beauty pays homage to Vladimir Nabokov’s book Lolita (or Stanley Kubrick’s/Adrian Lyne’s films if you’re not familiar with the novel) most notably through thinly disguised wordplay. And
shierasea-deactivated20161224: She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
finita-la-commedia: “I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”– Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters
anuglybeauty: www.mikedowson.com ‘Nothing is more exhilarating than philistine vulgarity.’ Vladimir Nabokov
“Lolita”, Stanley Kubrick, 1962 from the novel of the same title by Vladimir Nabokov (1899-1977)
hermodactyloides:“Lolita”, Stanley Kubrick, 1962 from the novel of the same title by Vladimir Nabokov (1899-1977)
caress the detail… the divine detail… vladimir nabokov
Vladimir Nabokov and butterfly, Carl Mydans, 1958
thatfirstpage: Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
“All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add…” ** Vladimir Nabokov **
I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else. ♣Vladimir Nabokov♣
Vladimir Nabokov’s doodles on an English translation of Kafka’s Metamorphosis.
lanearabella: i lose all control of my nerves… nothing exists any more than the ecstasy of friction… the abiding effect of your sting… of your delicious poison… vladimir nabokov
guapofulltime: “I spoke to you with tightly shut eyes, and felt like crying. My love for you was the throbbing, welling warmth of tears. That is exactly how I imagined paradise: silence and tears, and the warm silk of your knees.”—Vladimir Nabokov, Benef
guapofulltime: “There is a very loud amusement park right in front of my present lodgings.” ― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire
megxnmxrie: “She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.” ― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
novice-at-play: “The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.”~Vladimir Nabokov
Vladimir Nabokov, himself a Russian immigrant, mentions in one of his books on the occasion of Russian immigrants the fondness of non-native speakers for puns and wordplays in their new language of choice. I can certainly relate: I mean, look at me, I
midori-kim:“I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.” Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
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Nabokov’s Drawings: “The drawings of butterflies done by Vladimir Nabokov were intended for “family use.” He made these on title pages of various editions of his works as a gift to his wife and son and sometimes to other relatives.
hvorenn: “And the rest is rust and stardust.” — Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
rafa-els: “— with such tenderness — to the point of tears — and with such a sense of radiance.” — Vladimir Nabokov, from letters to Vera
therepublicofletters: Books I’ve Read: Glory by Vladimir Nabokov But then what does it matter whence comes the gentle nudge that jars the soul into motion and sets it rolling, doomed never again to stop?
sadyoungliterarygirls: “For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.”
the-library-and-step-on-it: “For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not
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weltenwellen: Vladimir Nabokov, Ada or Ardor
soracities: “It’s pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you. I’m almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness.” — Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra tr. by Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd
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ghostofyesterday: Vladimir Nabokov photographed by Philippe Halsman, 1968. Nabokov was a highly knowlegable curator of butterfly and moth specimen, and in a 1958 LIFE article he stated of his passion “Writing has always been for me a blend of
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lolitandaddy: “My Nabokov references are everywhere on the album. I can’t believe a writer as beautiful as him existed; the way he starts Lolita, the way he describes a hazy sunlit room, and I am with him all the way as he describes dust particles
condoravenue: “I dreamt of you last night—as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me.” — Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to Véra Nabokov, 12 January 1924, Letters to Véra, ed. and transl. Olga Voronina and Brian Boyd
printed-ink:Nabokov’s Drawings: “The drawings of butterflies done by Vladimir Nabokov were intended for “family use.” He made these on title pages of various editions of his works as a gift to his wife and son and sometimes to other
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. - Vladimir Nabokov
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vladimir-nabokov-official: “Women have another option. They can aspire to be wise, not merely nice; to be competent, not merely helpful; to be strong, not merely graceful; to be ambitious for themselves, not merely for themselves in relation to men
nevolimruze: Vladimir Nabokov puts a butterfly into an envelope, 1958.Vladimir Nabokov and His Butterflies: Portrait of a Lepidopterist 1958 | LIFE.com
void-dance: ON SIN KINBOTE: Tut-tut. Do you also deny that there are sins? SHADE: I can name only two: murder, and the deliberate infliction of pain. Vladimir NabokovPale Fire (1962) Photo by Jan Saudek: Grapes of Wrath Happy Birthday Vladimir Nabokov
gnossienne:Vladimir Nabokov to Véra Nabokov (12 Jan, 1924)
