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For we die every day; oblivion thrives
Not on dry thighbones but on blood-ripe lives,
And our best yesterdays are now foul piles
Of crumpled names, phone numbers and foxed files.

— Vladimir Nabokov Pale Fire (1962)

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I think like a genius, I write like a distinguished author, I speak like a child.

Strong Opinions (1973)

What is this jest in majesty? This ass in passion? How do God and Devil combine to form a live dog?

In due time history will have denounced everybody.

Pale Fire (1962)

Whenever in my dreams, I see the dead, they always appear silent, bothered, strangely depressed, quite unlike their dear bright selves.

Speak, Memory (1951)

The distinct feature of everything extant is its monotony.

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