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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.

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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
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.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.
Genius is an African who dreams up snow.
Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness. "No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.