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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
I am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Time is rhythm: the insect rhythm of a warm humid night, brain ripple, breathing, the drum in my temple—these are our faithful timekeepers; and reason corrects the feverish beat.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
Life is a message scribbled in the dark.
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.
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
