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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness. "No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.
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.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
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.
