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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
We think not in words but in shadows of words.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.
I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.
I don't think in any language. I think in images.
I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.
Oh, let me be mawkish for the nonce! I am so tired of being cynical.
