More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.
We think not in words but in shadows of words.
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.
...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.
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
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.
I am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
And the rest is rust and stardust.
