Nabokovian Quotes

“Mrs Armstid does not rattle the stove now, though her back is still toward the younger woman. Then she turns. They look at one another, suddenly naked, watching one another; the young woman in the chair, with her neat hair and her inert hands upon her lap, and the older one beside the stove, turning motionless too, with a savage screw of gray hair at the base of her skull, and a face that might have been carved in sandstone. Then the younger one speaks.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August

“well as a couple of books I was currently reading—one a notorious novel by an ingenious Russo-American lepidopterist and lover of word-play and literary puzzles, the supreme prose stylist of his era, who wrote with such ardour about a nymphet that other writers works’ appeared as pale fires in comparison, and the other the crowning achievement of a bisexual Japanese genius who committed seppuku  after completing the book I  had on my desk, his blood sending shock waves across the world as it seeped out of his torn belly—”
― Asif Jehangir, The Decay of an Angel