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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
I don't think in any language. I think in images.
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.
The future is but the obsolete in reverse.
Words without experience are meaningless.
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.
The good, the admirable reader identifies himself not with the boy or the girl in the book, but with the mind that conceived and composed that book.
The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
