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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.
We think not in words but in shadows of words.
The future is but the obsolete in reverse.
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream, exhale, release life's rapture.
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.
Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.