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.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.
Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?
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.
I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling
Words without experience are meaningless.
The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition
Because you took advantage of my disadvantage.
