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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
The future is but the obsolete in reverse.
Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish - but there was no diamond inside. That’s what I like about coincidence.
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.
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.
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
...in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.
