16/07/12 - 3 notes
“ | And when he went to bed and listened to the trains passing through that cheerless house in which lived seven Russian lost shades, the whole of life seemed like a piece of film-making where heedless extras knew nothing of the picture in which they were taking part. -- Mashenka, by Vladimir Nabokov |
21/06/12 - 3 notes
“ | I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, and I speak like a child. -- Vladimir Nabokov |
19/06/12 - 5 notes
“ | The 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 Nabokov |
