More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
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.
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
...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.
We think not in words but in shadows of words.
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
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.
