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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
...in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.
I am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
