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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
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.
There is nothing dictators hate so much as that unassailable, eternally elusive, eternally provoking gleam. One of the main reasons why the very gallant Russian poet Gumilev was put to death by Lenin's ruffians thirty odd years ago was that during the whole ordeal, in the prosecutor's dim office, in the torture house, in the winding corridors that led to the truck, in the truck that took him to the place of execution, and at that place itself, full of the shuffling feet of the clumsy and gloomy shooting squad, the poet kept smiling.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
