More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
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.
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
We think not in words but in shadows of words.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
There is nothing dictators hate so much as that unassailable, eternally elusive, eternally provoking gleam. One of the main reasons why the very gallant Russian poet Gumilev was put to death by Lenin's ruffians thirty odd years ago was that during the whole ordeal, in the prosecutor's dim office, in the torture house, in the winding corridors that led to the truck, in the truck that took him to the place of execution, and at that place itself, full of the shuffling feet of the clumsy and gloomy shooting squad, the poet kept smiling.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
