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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
The future is but the obsolete in reverse.
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
I am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.
Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
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.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
