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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
We think not in words but in shadows of words.
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.
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.
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. 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.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling
