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I won’t hide it: I’m so unused to being — well, understood, perhaps, — so unused to it, that in the very first minutes of our meeting I thought: this is a joke… But then… And there are things that are hard to talk about — you’ll rub off their marvelous pollen at the touch of a word… You are lovely…

Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera (1932)

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Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.
Vladimir Nabokov (via sunsetquotes)
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