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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
Genius is finding the invisible link between things.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
...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.
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
The contemplation of beauty, whether it be a uniquely tinted sunset, a radiant face, or a work of art, makes us glance back unwittingly at our personal past and juxtapose ourselves and our inner being with the utterly unattainable beauty revealed to us.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
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 future is but the obsolete in reverse.
