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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.
Words without experience are meaningless.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
