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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
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.
And the rest is rust and stardust.
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
Life is a message scribbled in the dark.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.
