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I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
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 talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling
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.
...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.
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.
Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
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.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.