I’ve started on another Nabokov novel, and just from the first pages I’m already smiling. The way he writes is just somehow so humorous and beautiful at the same time. Not funny like jokes or goofy characters, but funny because you can imagine someone just like that, or you can see that little quirk or familiar behavior in yourself.
I hope to write something some day that can affect someone with a smile or a cringe or a shudder or a laugh or a tear, or make them think…
Jonas David 