Quote by: Vladimir Nabokov

His brown eyes would roam around the various sentimental and artistic bric-a-brac present, and his own banal toiles (the conventionally primitive eyes, sliced guitars, blue nipples and geometrical designs of the day), and with a vague gesture toward a painted wooden bowl or veined vase, he would say "Prenez donc une des ces poires. La bonne dame d'en face m'en offre plus que je n'en peux savourer." Or: "Mississe Taille Lore vient de me donner ces dahlias, belles fleurs que j'exècre.


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Author Bio


  • NameVladimir Nabokov
  • DescriptionRussian-American novelist, lepidopterist, professor
  • BornApril 22, 1899
  • DiedJuly 2, 1977
  • CountryRussian Empire; United States Of America
  • ProfessionNovelist; Linguist; Poet; Writer; Zoologist; Translator; Playwright; Autobiographer; Educationist
  • WorksThe Defense; The Real Life Of Sebastian Knight; Lolita; Pale Fire; Speak, Memory
  • AwardsGuggenheim Fellowship