More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
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.
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
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.
I don't think in any language. I think in images.
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.
