More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
...in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
I don't think in any language. I think in images.
Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
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.
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
Genius is finding the invisible link between things.
