More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
Genius is finding the invisible link between things.
Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
The contemplation of beauty, whether it be a uniquely tinted sunset, a radiant face, or a work of art, makes us glance back unwittingly at our personal past and juxtapose ourselves and our inner being with the utterly unattainable beauty revealed to us.
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
I don't think in any language. I think in images.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.