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Vladimir Nabokov

"Genius is finding the invisible link between things."

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Donna Grant

"Out there, there is some kinda genius person... I am talking about Sherlock Holmes... First very fast talking + in the same full of knowledge."

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Donna Grant

"Genius is an inner inherent intuition and perception. It is not a teachable condition."

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Donna Grant

"Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way."

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Donna Grant

"What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero."

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Donna Grant

"A genius does what he masters. An ordinary man tries to master what he does."

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Donna Grant

"Ah, Senor Zhang," Leo said, "you know how you're always saying, 'Leo, you are the only true genius among demigods'?""I'm pretty sure I never said that."

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Donna Grant

"A genius is a grown-up that did not grow up."

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Donna Grant

"Genius is finding the invisible link between things."

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Donna Grant

"A popular author is one who writes what the people think. Genius invites them to think something else."

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Donna Grant

"I think a lot of psychopaths are just geniuses who drove so fast that they lost control."

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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
"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
"There is only one school of literature - that of talent."

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Vladimir Nabokov
"Genius is an African who dreams up snow."

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Vladimir Nabokov
"It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow."

Dream

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Vladimir Nabokov
"My darling, what a cat they have! Something perfectly stupendous. Siamese, in colour dark beige, or taupe, with chocolate paws and the tail the same. Moreover, his tail is comparatively short, so his croup has something of a little dog, or rather, a kangaroo, and that's its colour, too. And that special silkiness of short fur, and some very tender white tints on its folds, and wonderful clear-blue eyes, turning transparently green towards evening, and a pensive tenderness of its walk, a sort of heavenly circumspection of movement. An amazing, sacred animal, and so quiet " it's unclear what he is looking at with those eyes filled to the brim with sapphire water."

Nature

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Vladimir Nabokov
"On such sunny, sad mornings I always feel in my bones that there is a chance yet of my not being excluded from Heaven, and that salvation may be granted to me despite the frozen mud and horror in my heart."

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Vladimir Nabokov
"Two silent time zones had now merged to form the standard time of one man's fate, and it is not impossible that the poet in New Wye and the thug in New York awoke that morning at the same crushed beat of their Timekeeper's stopwatch."

Fate

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Vladimir Nabokov
"When we remember our former selves, there is always that little figure with its long shadow stopping like an uncertain belated visitor on a lighted threshold at the far end of some impeccably narrowing corridor."

Memory

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