Palefire Quotes

“The melacholy and the tenderness

of mortal life; the passion and the pain;

The claret tailight of that dwindling plane

Off Hesperus; your gesture dismay

On running out of cigarettes; the way

You smile at dogs; the trail of silver slime

Snails leave or flagstone; this good ink, this rhyme.

This index card, this slender rubber band

Which always forms, when dropped, an ampersand,

Are found in Heaven by the newlydead

Stored in its strongholds through the years.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire