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Vladimir Nabokov

"One is always at home in one's past..."

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Donna Grant

"Every time the long-forgotten people of the past are remembered, they are born again!"

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Donna Grant

"Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance."

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Donna Grant

"If knew more about Alzheimer's and the Brain, your mind will be blow and most cases you will confused..."

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Donna Grant

"To forget is to blithely toss aside the hard lessons that were hard won by others before us, thereby needlessly dooming us to endure the hard lessons that are likely to be forgotten by those who will follow us. And it is altogether reasonable that in order to avoid this repetitive trouncing, God graciously granted us memories."

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Donna Grant

"Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do-the only thing-is run."

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Donna Grant

"I remember your profile in darkness outlined by stars ..."

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Donna Grant

"The most evocative life memories, which produced a synesthesia of emotions, consist of a host of small pleasures intertwined with the homespun stitches of love, affection, kindness, humility, and appreciation of nature."

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Donna Grant

"Create memories, forget misery."

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Donna Grant

"Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory."

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Donna Grant

"I shouldn't have taken a vow of silence, I told myself. What did I want? Nothing much. Just a memorial. But what is a memorial, when you come right down to it, but a commemoration of wounds endured? Endured, and resented. Without memory, there can be no revenge."

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Vladimir Nabokov
"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible."

Being

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Vladimir Nabokov
"Revelation can be more perilous than Revolution."

Revolution

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Vladimir Nabokov
"Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece."

Existence

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Vladimir Nabokov
"I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading."

Time

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Vladimir Nabokov
"A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past."

Home

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Vladimir Nabokov
"You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style."

Literature

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Vladimir Nabokov
"Aunt Rosa, a fussy, angular, wild-eyed old lady, who had lived in a tremulous world of bad news, bankruptcies, train accidents, cancerous growths-until the Germans put her to death, together with all the people she had worried about."

History

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Vladimir Nabokov
"His heart missed a beat and never regretted the lovely loss."

Emotion

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Vladimir Nabokov
"There are gentle souls who would pronounce Lolita meaningless because it does not teach them anything. I am neither a reader nor a writer of didactic fiction, and, despite John Ray's assertion, Lolita has no moral in tow. For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm. There are not many such books. All the rest is either topical trash or what some call the Literature of Ideas, which very often is topical trash coming in huge blocks of plaster that are carefully transmitted from age to age until somebody comes along with a hammer and takes a good crack at Balzac, at Gorki, at Mann."

Literature

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Vladimir Nabokov
"I was an infant when my parents died.Thye both were ornithologists. I've triedSo often to evoke them that todayI have a thousand parents. Sadly theyDissolve in their own virtues and recede,But certain words, chance words I hear or read,Such as "bad heart" always to him refer,And "cancer of the pancreas" to her."

Grief

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