[nabokov's] Language Is Made Visible . .

And Really The Purpose Of Art - For Me, Fiction - Is To Alert, To Indicate To Stop, To Say: Make Certain That When You Rush Through You Will Not Miss The Moment Which You Might Have Had, Or Might Still Have.

- Growth Has Its Season. There Are Spring And Summer, But There Are Also Fall And Winter. And Then Spring And Summer Again. As Long As The Roots Are Not Severed, All Is Well And All Be Well.

It Is Possible To Stand Around With A Cocktail In One's Hand And Talk With Everyone, Which Means With No One.

I Am Curious About Grownups, Not Children.

I Can Create Countries Just As I Can Create The Actions Of My Characters. That Is Why A Lot Of Travel Seems To Me A Waste Of Time.