Vladimir Nabokov — American Novelist born on April 22, 1899, died on July 02, 1977

Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov was a Russian-American novelist. His first nine novels were in Russian, and he achieved international prominence after he began writing English prose. He was also a capable lepidopterist and chess composer... (wikipedia)

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.
It is hard, I submit, to loathe bloodshed, including war, more than I do, but it is still harder to exceed my loathing of the very nature of totalitarian states in which massacre is only an administrative detail.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.