"Don't be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upward."
— Vladimir Nabokov
Russian-born novelist, born April 22, 1899

"Existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness."
— Vladimir Nabokov
Russian-born novelist, born April 22, 1899

"The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness."
— Vladimir Nabokov
Russian-American author, born April 22, 1899

"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."
— Vladimir Nabokov
Russian-American author, born April 22, 1899

"Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece."
— Vladimir Nabokov
Russian-American author, died July 22, 1977

"And the rest is rust and stardust."
— Vladimir Nabokov
Russian-American author, born April 22, 1899

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta."
— Vladimir Nabokov
Russian-American author, born April 22, 1899

"Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars."
— Vladimir Nabokov
Russian-American author, born April 22, 1899

"A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish - but there was no diamond inside. That’s what I like about coincidence."
— Vladimir Nabokov
Russian-American author, born April 22, 1899

"I think that I shall never see a billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all."
— Ogden Nash
American humorous poet, died May 19, 1971

"Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other who never forgets them."
— Ogden Nash
American humorous poet, born August 19, 1902

"The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean."
— Ovid
Roman poet, born March 20, 43 BC
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