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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
We think not in words but in shadows of words.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
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.
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
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.
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.
