More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
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.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
...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.
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.
