More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
Words without experience are meaningless.
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.
Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically.
I don't think in any language. I think in images.
Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.
