More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
I don't think in any language. I think in images.
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.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
The future is but the obsolete in reverse.
Words without experience are meaningless.
Life is a message scribbled in the dark.
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.
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.
