Have pity on those who are fearful of taking up a pen, or a paintbrush, or an instrument, or a tool because they are afraid that someone has already done so better than they could…

"Everyone knows life is miserable, people still asks how it is. "

The joys of love...last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long.

Even while writing his book, he had become painfully aware how little he knew his own planet while attempting to piece together another one from jagged bits filched from deranged brains.

Written By Vladimir Nabokov

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