Isabelle

“Despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger, and the horrible hopelessness of it all, I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise - a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames - but still a paradise.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“Where, where..." M'sieur Pierre mimicked him. "You know where. Off to do chop-chop.”
― Vladimir Nabokov

“Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.”
― Ovid

“It isn’t possible. I cannot imagine it. Come on over here, you foolish little doe, and tell me on what day I shall die.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading