More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
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.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition