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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
The future is but the obsolete in reverse.
I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling
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.
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.
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
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.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
