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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
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 think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
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.
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.