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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
I don't think in any language. I think in images.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
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.
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the brain—the brain, that stomach of the soul. Literature must be taken and broken to bits, pulled apart, squashed—then its lovely reek will be smelt in the hollow of the palm, it will be munched and rolled upon the tongue with relish; then, and only then, its rare flavor will be appreciated at its true worth and the broken and crushed parts will again come together in your mind and disclose the beauty of a unity to which you have contributed something of your own blood.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
