FUCKYEAHNABOKOV

A blog dedicated to the brilliant author, Vladimir Nabokov

ploaix:

this hurts so much

ploaix:

this hurts so much

(via sadhumor)

juanaysusglobos:

¿Un café?

juanaysusglobos:

¿Un café?

dionisea:

Vladimir Nabokov and his wife, Véra, 1966. Switzerland

Photograph by Philippe Halsman

dionisea:

Vladimir Nabokov and his wife, Véra, 1966. Switzerland

Photograph by Philippe Halsman

“She danced three fingers on his wet lips—and escaped.”

—   Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor (via man-of-prose)

“Suddenly for no earthly reason I felt immensely sorry for him and longed to say something real, something with wings and a heart, but the birds I wanted settled on my shoulders and head only later when I was alone and not in need of words.”

—   Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight.  (via sisyphean-revolt)
speaklolita:

source: New York Magazine
read the full article in all its glory here: http://www.vulture.com/2014/01/best-punctuation-marks-literature-nabokov-eliot-dickens-levi.html

speaklolita:

source: New York Magazine

read the full article in all its glory here: http://www.vulture.com/2014/01/best-punctuation-marks-literature-nabokov-eliot-dickens-levi.html

teenofconeyisland:

Humbert’s sick mind is fun to play around in.

teenofconeyisland:

Humbert’s sick mind is fun to play around in.

“My knees were like reflections of knees in rippling water, and my lips were like sand.”

—   Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via i-am-evolution)
cricketmenace:


I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, I speak like a child.

-Vladimir Nabokov

cricketmenace:

I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, I speak like a child.

-Vladimir Nabokov

(Source: stemdeath)

“In and out of my heart flowed my rainbow blood.”

—   Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via i-am-evolution)

Nabokov’s Notes

(via zoenabokov)