My loathings are simple. Stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. My pleasures are the most intense known to man: writing and butterfly hunting.

Vladimir Nabokov (via homoimbecillium)

Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically.

Pnin by Vladimir Nabokov

You see, she had absolutely nowhere else to go.

lolita by nabokov