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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
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.
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.
Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically.
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.
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
