Quotes Vladimir Nabokov Novels & Stories

“Enough to come crawling out of the shadows after nearly twenty years.” The air between them pulsed with quiet danger. Viktor Natov wasn’t just a threat—he was history reborn. He was the architect of the ruin that had driven the Volkov family from Bulgaria. He had orchestrated the assassination that had taken Yelena Volkov’s life. And for that alone, Dante knew that working with him was dancing on a blade’s edge. But sometimes, you needed a monster to destroy another.

image he worked so hard to maintain. I closed the closet, still grinning, and wandered into his bedroom. On his nightstand I found more books, all by Fyodor Dostoevsky: Crime and Punishment, Notes from Underground, The Idiot, White Nights. I picked one up and flipped through it. The pages were worn, corners folded and some lines underlined. He wasn't just pretending to like this stuff, he really was a superfan of Russian literature. I didn't believe it when he first told me, but now I believed it without a doubt.

“Give me your top five.” “You’re torturing her, Alexei,” Xander chuckles. “I know,” Alexei admits. “It’s fun.” I shake my head at the retired Bratva boss. “What’s your favorite book?” “The Art of War,” he answers without hesitating. “Why am I not surprised,” I mutter. “Would you like something to drink?” Viktor asks me. “Ahh…what do you have?” “Everything.” “A glass of wine would be nice. Semi-sweet?”

Something I should have remembered and found before his lousy bloodhounds. My legs are numb from sitting in a chair for a long time. I threw off the blanket and hobbled to the dressing table with a laptop and a folder marked in large letters: Zotova K.V. Zotov. Not Stanislavskaya, not Angelova, but Zotova. Zotova Kira Valerievna There was nothing significant in the medical record, and I did what Boris probably expected from me - I opened my laptop and, having launched the Internet, entered my name into the search.

Vladimir didn't like the distraction. “Can you please shut the fuck up?” Vladimir yelled and threw a paper weight at Gabriel. The piece of marble hit him on his knee and he was left groaning even louder. Vladimir hadn't thought it through. He waited for him to calm down. “You know what? I should be thanking you. And whoever the fuck invented the facelock systems. I was so worried about how I’d get that password out of your mouth but hey! Gotta love technology, right?” Vladimir added and leaned back on his chair.

“Closing your account. Goodness me. Such a finality I hear in those words. Are you sure you wouldn’t like that drink?” “Quite sure. I had one before I came out and it’s made my head a bit groggy.” “Then I’ll just pour one for myself.” Vladimir got up and poured a generous drink and as he returned he smiled at Ivor like a kindly old uncle and raised his finger. “You should stick to Vodka. Much more pure.” “Thank you for your advice. Now, have you heard what I said to you?” Vladimir nodded, a little too enthusiastically. “Oh yes, yes, I heard everything.” He paused. “Now, perhaps you would like to listen while I talk. When you read your father’s diary, did you come across anything about your b

Four huge shelves lines the walls, books of various kinds arranged in them. He must be a lover of books. “Staying in an isolated place requires unique hobbies,” he says, sliding out a book. “Most of these have been read.” He flips the book open. “What is your favorite book?” Vladimir’s attention is buried in the book. “I don’t like novels.” “What books do you like?” “Anything but novels.” “You have bad taste in things.” He closes the book and returns to its position. Leaning against the shelf, he shoves his hands into his pockets, gazing at me. “Who was he?”

Back in Moscow, buried deep within an undisclosed bunker, Donatello sat across from Viktor Sokolov. Though the cold bled through the concrete walls, the real chill came from something far more dangerous than winter. “You don’t usually come crawling to old ghosts,” Sokolov said, his Russian accent thick but sharp. “I’m not crawling,” Donatello replied coolly, smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers. “I’m offering what you’ve always had a taste for, war.”

Jade got carried away burying her nose into the older man's neck and inhaling. -You smell good- he murmured. -It's not right for you to tell me that when I've been picking up a place all the time that is dirtier than the whole house put together- Vladek wanted to smile, but the condition of the study was truly reprehensible. There were more documents than in the entire library, in addition to curtains that he had already drawn but that had stored the dust, not letting it out.

I want to go home and eat my mama’s food, my favorite, menudo! While thinking about it, her stomach suddenly grumbled loudly. She was stunned but she recovered from it, and acted as if nothing had happened. Claire noticed that Vladimir suddenly passed her something. She looked at it, and saw that it was a bar of chocolate. My favorite chocolate, Cadbury with nuts! She looked at it and gulped but she did not accept the chocolate. Vladimir was about to put back the chocolate when she suddenly stopped him. She faked a laugh. “I think you will not eat it, so it's a waste not to eat it, right?” she