Vladimir Nabokov Quotes About Children

• All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh; but there we were, unable even to mate as slum children would have so easily found an opportunity to do so.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Children, Opportunity, Soul

  Vladimir Nabokov (2010). “Lolita”, p.12, Vintage

• I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Children, Men, Echoes

  "Fictional character: Humbert". "Lolita", www.imdb.com. 1997.

• La imaginación sin conocimiento no lleva más lejos que el patio trasero del arte primitivo, el garabato del niño en la valla y el mensaje de la manivela en el mercado. El arte nunca es sencillo.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Art, Children, Simple

• Pienso como un genio, escribo como un autor distinguido y hablo como un niño.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Niños, Escritura, Pensamiento

  Strong Opinions (1973) foreword

• Hay que ser un artista y un loco, una criatura de infinita melancolía, con una burbuja de veneno caliente en las entrañas y una llama supervoluptuosa permanentemente encendida en la sutil columna vertebral (¡oh, cómo hay que encogerse y esconderse!), para discernir en seguida, por signos inefables -el contorno ligeramente felino de un pómulo, la esbeltez de unos miembros velludos y otros índices que la desesperación y la vergüenza y las lágrimas de ternura me prohíben tabular-, al pequeño demonio mortal entre los niños sanos; permanece irreconocible para ellos e inconsciente ella misma de su fantástico poder.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Children, Artist, Flames

  Vladimir Nabokov (2011). “The Annotated Lolita: Revised and Updated”, p.72, Vintage

• I believe the poor fierce-eyed child had figured out that with a mere fifty dollars in her purse she might somehow reach Broadway or Hollywood - or the foul kitchen of a diner (Help Wanted) in a dismal ex-prairie state, with the wind blowing, and the stars blinking, and the cars, and the bars, and the barmen, and everything soiled, torn, dead.

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  Stars, Children, Believe

  Vladimir Nabokov (2011). “The Annotated Lolita: Revised and Updated”, p.263, Vintage

• There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Niños

  Vladimir Nabokov (2016). “Lolita”, p.90, Hamilton Books

• I grew, a happy, healthy child in a bright world of illustrated books, clean sand, orange trees, friendly dogs, sea vistas and smiling faces.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Dog, Children, Book

  Vladimir Nabokov (2011). “The Annotated Lolita: Revised and Updated”, p.64, Vintage

• I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, and I speak like a child.... My hemmings and hawings over the telephone cause long-distance callers to switch from their native English to pathetic French. At parties, if I attempt to entertain people with a good story, I have to go back to every other sentence for oral erasures and inserts.... In these circumstances nobody should ask me to submit to an interview if by "interview" a chat between two normal human beings is implied.

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  Children, Distance, Party

• Alas! In vain historians pry and probe: The same wind blows, and in the same live robe Truth bends her head to fingers curved cupwise; And with a woman's smile and a child's care Examines something she is holding there Concealed by her own shoulder from our eyes.

  Vladimir Nabokov

  Children, Truth, Eye

  Vladimir Nabokov, Michael Scammell (1963). “The gift”

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