More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Genius is finding the invisible link between things.
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.
