More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
We think not in words but in shadows of words.
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
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.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.
Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.
