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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.
I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
We think not in words but in shadows of words.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.