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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling
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.
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
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.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
...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.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.
