More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
I am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.
Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the brain—the brain, that stomach of the soul. Literature must be taken and broken to bits, pulled apart, squashed—then its lovely reek will be smelt in the hollow of the palm, it will be munched and rolled upon the tongue with relish; then, and only then, its rare flavor will be appreciated at its true worth and the broken and crushed parts will again come together in your mind and disclose the beauty of a unity to which you have contributed something of your own blood.
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
