More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
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.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
Genius is finding the invisible link between things.
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
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.
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
