NovelLolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.Vladimir NabokovLolita · 1955★ 7.0
Autobiography and memoirThe cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.Vladimir NabokovSpeak, Memory · 1951★ 3.7
Treading the soil of the moon, palpating its pebbles, tasting the panic and splendor of the event, feeling in the pit of one's stomach the separation from terre... These form the most romantic sensation an explorer has ever known... This is the only thing I can say about the matter. The utilitarian results do not interest me.Vladimir Nabokov1969★ 2.7
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