More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
Words without experience are meaningless.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.
A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish - but there was no diamond inside. That’s what I like about coincidence.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.
The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
