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Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.

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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
The contemplation of beauty, whether it be a uniquely tinted sunset, a radiant face, or a work of art, makes us glance back unwittingly at our personal past and juxtapose ourselves and our inner being with the utterly unattainable beauty revealed to us.
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.
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
Life is a message scribbled in the dark.
Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness. "No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.
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 don't think in any language. I think in images.
Genius is finding the invisible link between things.
The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.