Vladimir Nabokov Quotes
Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we met we had had the same dreams. We compared notes. We found strange affinities. The same June of the same year (1919) a stray canary had fluttered into her house and mine, in two widely separated countries. Oh, Lolita, had you love me thus!
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You don't have to be an heiress to look like one, if you act like one then everyone will just presume you are one.
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I have to be on such a strict diet constantly.
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Most of the time, the lyrics are kind of like my secret messages to my friends or my boyfriend or my mom or my dad. I would never tell them that these songs are about them or which specific lyric is about somebody. Often, when I sit down to write a lyric, it is in the heat of the moment, and something has just happened.
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All performances are different. I don't think it's necessary to compare one with another. I am just me playing the role of Lear. You're bound to get a Holm approach to it, whatever that may be. I just got out there and did it. I'm very much a doer in my acting.
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As a mom, you do what you have to do without even thinking about it.
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The bargain that yields mutual satisfaction is the only one that is apt to be repeated.
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All the reasons that have made software so successful are beginning to happen with hardware. So much can be done so quickly, prototyped so rapidly, and the costs are so low.
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I don't know how much the other fighters make. But I need to tell you that, for myself, money is not the first consideration.
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All too often, the pitchmen are selling the notion that if you gain 'control' over your financial destiny - pick your own stocks and execute your own trades - it will be the first step on a short road to riches.
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The deeper the experience of an absence of meaning - in other words, of absurdity - the more energetically meaning is sought.
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I'm very comfortable as a singer. In fact, I think it's more - I identified my self-esteem, my self more in those ways when I was growing up. I really - it was kind of my calling card as a kid.
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I was raised in an observant Jewish household, so for me, Hebrew prayers - the sounds, the sunlight streaming in from the stained-glass windows of a synagogue - bring my father back to me as surely as if he were sitting next to me, my head pressed against his shoulder.
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What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.
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As anyone who has covered the company for any length of time knows, Yahoo's record on major decision-making has been akin to a hippie commune - a lot of wrangling internally in a culture where everyone seems to have a voice and a reticence to push the button to launch.
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I decided it was time to pay tribute to my own songs, to give them the opportunity to mature and be adult.
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A designer is an emerging synthesis of artist, inventor, mechanic, objective economist and evolutionary strategist.
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It was fear. He didn't want to see a united Germany. Stalin made it clear to me – I spoke with him many times – that they couldn't afford to let Germany build up again. They'd been invaded twice, and he wasn't willing to have it happen again.
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The one indisputable reality of dictatorship is that dissent, insult, and malevolent language do not go unpunished if it is allowed at all.
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I have many intense friendships with artists. I don't mean we have intense one-day conversations but ongoing conversations that last in some cases for years.
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After four years at the United Nations I sometimes yearn for the peace and tranquility of a political convention.
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Our past is who we are, and death is one of our experiences. I lost my husband a long time ago, but it's always yesterday.
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Well, you know, people don't know me as a country artist and I am new to the genre. But that's how I grew up singing.
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It took me a long time to accept that I was a writer.
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Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we met we had had the same dreams. We compared notes. We found strange affinities. The same June of the same year (1919) a stray canary had fluttered into her house and mine, in two widely separated countries. Oh, Lolita, had you love me thus!
