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More Quotes by Vladimir Nabokov
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.
Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the brain—the brain, that stomach of the soul. Literature must be taken and broken to bits, pulled apart, squashed—then its lovely reek will be smelt in the hollow of the palm, it will be munched and rolled upon the tongue with relish; then, and only then, its rare flavor will be appreciated at its true worth and the broken and crushed parts will again come together in your mind and disclose the beauty of a unity to which you have contributed something of your own blood.
Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.
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.
Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.
I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.
Words without experience are meaningless.
Which arrow flies for ever? The arrow that has hit its mark.
