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Vladimir Nabokov

"You must be careful. There are things that should never be given up. You must persevere."

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"You must be careful. There are things that should never be given up. You must persevere."

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"A very wise man once told me that you can't look back-you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future."

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"Do all people have that? A face, a phrase, a landscape, an air bubble from the past suddenly floating up as if released by the head warden's child from a cell in the brain while the mind is at work on some totally different matter? Something of the sort also occurs just before falling asleep when what you think you are thinking is not at all what you think. Or two parallel passenger trains of thought, one overtaking the other."
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