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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
The future is but the obsolete in reverse.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
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.
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.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.