Maxioms by Vladimir Nabokov
Treading the soil of the moon, palpitating its pebbles, tasting the panic and splendor of the event, feeling in the read more
Treading the soil of the moon, palpitating its pebbles, tasting the panic and splendor of the event, feeling in the pit of one's stomach the separation from terra - these form the most romantic sensation an explorer has ever known
A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual, and only the read more
A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual, and only the individual reader is important to me.
Criticism is prejudice made plausible.
Criticism is prejudice made plausible.
