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Vladimir Nabokov

1899-1977

Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream, exhale, release life's rapture.




And the rest is rust and stardust.




Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece




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.




The evolution of sense is, in a sense, the evolution of nonsense.




Life is just one small piece of light between two eternal darknesses.