Who is Vladimir Nabokov
Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov (Russian: Владимир Владимирович Набоков [vlɐˈdʲimʲɪr vlɐˈdʲimʲɪrəvʲɪtɕ nɐˈbokəf] (listen); 22 April [O.S. 10 April] 1899 – 2 July 1977), also known by the pen name Vladimir Sirin (Владимир Сирин), was a Russian-American novelist, poet, translator, and entomologist. Born in Russia, he wrote his first nine novels in Russian (1926–1938) while living in Berlin, where he met his wife. He achieved international acclaim and prominence after moving to the United States and beginning to write in English. Nabokov became an American citizen in 1945 and lived mostly on the East Coast before he returned to Europe in 1961, settling in Montreux, Switzerland.Nabokov's 1955 novel Lolita ranked fourth on Modern Libra...Read Full Biography of Vladimir Nabokov
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- A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual.
- 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.
- Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.
- Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
- A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past.
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Vnabokovbot: in spite of everything i love you, and will go on loving you–on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck–even then. vladimir nabokov, invitation to a beheadingVnabokovbot: he broke my heart. you merely broke my life. vladimir nabokov, lolita
Vnabokovbot: i loved you. i was a pentapod monster, but i loved you. i was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais! vladimir nabokov, lolita
Vnabokovbot: dear jesus, do something. vladimir nabokov, pale fire
Vnabokovbot: the sun is a thief: she lures the sea and robs it. the moon is a thief: he steals his silvery light from the sun. the sea is a thief: it dissolves the moon. vladimir nabokov, pale fire
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