Vladimir Nabokov Quotes

Deep inside her (ih her harrowed soul) she felt a glowing ember of fury at the man responsible for this. Tha man who had put her in this position. She looked at the pistol lying beside the basin, and knew that if he were here, she would use it on him without a moment's hesitation. Knowing that made her feel confused about herself. It also made her feel a little stronger.

I have a horror of silence while I'm writing. It's like the universe is howling at me if I don't have it.

I have had death threats from people with fixations.

It's never fun to read death threats.

I'm not much for talking. You know what I do. I put guys in body bags when I'm right.

I am profoundly fascinated by cruelty, fear, horror and death. My films show my preoccupation with violence, the pathology of violence.

I'll keep peace at all cost, even if I choke to death on my tongue.

I'm always on the verge of death in my head.

The men would kill me.

Preventive war is like committing suicide for fear of death.

Bombing, particularly from the perspective of the receiving end, is not 'communication.' Bombs result in death and destruction.

You'd think true masculinity was just calm and collected happiness. So alpha male that it needs not or worries not. But typically masculine characters are always fighting, and most violence comes from some agitated level of fear and anxiety.

I have recurring dreams about losing my temper, which become quite violent. I dread to think what that says about me.

I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.

They lay listening. Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. What if it doesn't fire? Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.

stop now before i kill you a word to the wise from your friend PENNYWISE

Seeing images of violence - it's always about how somebody's going to kill you.

His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.

Naked violence repels like the naked skeleton shorn of flesh, blood and the velvety skin.

There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence. About latent emotions that couldn't be acted out." "Cole's thoughts on page 248 of Linger.

She stabbed him in the armpit, deep, and he dropped his sword. And died. So that's what is feels like, she thought as her boldness gave away to trembling. It feels awful.

Anybody else think that was weird?” Shane asked as they got into the car. Eve sent him an exasperated glance; the three of them were, of course, in the backseat. Amelie had the front, with Michael. “Ya think? In general, or in particular?” “Weird that we got through the entire thing, and I didn’t have to hit anybody.” There was a moment of silence. Michael said, as he started the car, “You’re right, Shane. That is strange.

Evil man make me kill you.

Since it had gotten so quiet in the room that you could hear the sound of your own doubts.

Hate is a fear, and fear is rot That cankers root and fruit alike, Fight cleanly then, hate not, fear not, Strike with no madness when you strike.