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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
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.
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.
Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.
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.
