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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
There is nothing dictators hate so much as that unassailable, eternally elusive, eternally provoking gleam. One of the main reasons why the very gallant Russian poet Gumilev was put to death by Lenin's ruffians thirty odd years ago was that during the whole ordeal, in the prosecutor's dim office, in the torture house, in the winding corridors that led to the truck, in the truck that took him to the place of execution, and at that place itself, full of the shuffling feet of the clumsy and gloomy shooting squad, the poet kept smiling.
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.
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
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.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
