More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations.
I don't think in any language. I think in images.
Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
We think not in words but in shadows of words.
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream, exhale, release life's rapture.
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 a message scribbled in the dark.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.
