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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
We think not in words but in shadows of words.
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.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
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.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling