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Vladimir Nabokov

"Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring."

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"In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory."

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"You think you can get rid of things, and people too-leave them behind. You don't know yet about the habit they have, of coming back."

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"Whenever you are transplanted, like me, you will understand how very delightful it is to meet with anything at all like what one has left behind."

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"When I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment..."

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"Every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?..."

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"All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says."

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"I used to be a poet.My words were traded in marketplaces like pieces of gold.Merchants bought my verses for as much as they paid for saffron and Indian jade.Now I am old...drunk on wine and candle fumes.Alone in this barren room, I speak my psalms to the night air so as to entertain moths before they go off to die.I used to be a poet and my words were gold."

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