More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
I am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.
The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.
There is nothing dictators hate so much as that unassailable, eternally elusive, eternally provoking gleam. One of the main reasons why the very gallant Russian poet Gumilev was put to death by Lenin's ruffians thirty odd years ago was that during the whole ordeal, in the prosecutor's dim office, in the torture house, in the winding corridors that led to the truck, in the truck that took him to the place of execution, and at that place itself, full of the shuffling feet of the clumsy and gloomy shooting squad, the poet kept smiling.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
