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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
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 am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.
Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the brain—the brain, that stomach of the soul. Literature must be taken and broken to bits, pulled apart, squashed—then its lovely reek will be smelt in the hollow of the palm, it will be munched and rolled upon the tongue with relish; then, and only then, its rare flavor will be appreciated at its true worth and the broken and crushed parts will again come together in your mind and disclose the beauty of a unity to which you have contributed something of your own blood.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
