Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Genius is finding the invisible link between things.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
You lose your immortality when you lose your memory.
Measure me while I live - after it will be too late.
Readers are not sheep, and not every pen tempts them.
Most of the dandelions had changed from suns to moons.
if a violin string could ache, i would be that string.
Nothing is more exhilarating than philistine vulgarity.
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
We hasten to alienate the very fates we intended to woo.
There is only one school of literature - that of talent.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
Our best yesterdays are now foul piles of crumpled names.
There is no science without fancy and no art without fact.
You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.
Art at its greatest is fantastically deceitful and complex.
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.
There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child.
And this is the only immortality you and i may share, my Lolita.
The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense.
A toothache will cost a battle, a drizzle cancel an insurrection.
for better or worse, it is the commentator who has the last word.
All the information I have about myself is from forged documents.
His wings were failing, but he refused to fall without a struggle.
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
Adultery is a most conventional way to rise above the conventional.
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
And what is death, if not a face at peace - its artistic perfection.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man.
I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling
The pleasures of writing correspond exactly to the pleasures of reading
I am not, and never was, and never could have been, a brutal scoundrel.
Style and Structure are the essence of a book; great ideas are hogwash.
Mnemosyne, one must admit, has shown herself to be a very careless girl.
I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust
Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is.
Beauty plus pity -- that is the closest we can get to a definition of art.
I have the European urge to use my feet when a drive can be dispensed with.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain/By the false azure in the windowpane.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.
I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst.
Who can say what heartbreaks are caused in a dog by our discontinuing a romp?
Those Eggheadsareterrible Philistines. A realgood head is not oval but round.