More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
I am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
The future is but the obsolete in reverse.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
