More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.
I don't think in any language. I think in images.
The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
Let all of life be an unfettered howl.
I am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
...in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.
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.
