Julka

“Kisses, my love, deep ones, to the point of fainting-”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

“Come and be worshiped, come and be caressed, 270  My dark Vanessa, crimson-barred, my blest
My Admirable butterfly! Explain
How could you, in the gloam of Lilac Lane,
Have let uncouth, hysterical John Shade
Blubber your face, and ear, and shoulder blade?”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

“I feel I understand Existence, or at least a minute part Of my existence, only through my art,”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

“Thus with cautious steps, among deceived enemies, I circulated, plated with poetry, armored with rhymes, stout with another man's song, stiff with cardboard, bullet-proof at long last.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire