Who Needs Astrology? The Wise Man Gets

I Despise My Own Nation Most. Because I Know It Best. Because I Still Love It, Suffering From Hope. For Me, That's Patrotism.

Beware Of The Man Who Has No Enemies.

Not All Questions Can Be Answered.

Vladimir Nabokov Was A Writer Who Cared Nothing For Music And Whose Favorite Sport Was The Pursuit, Capture, And Murder Of Butterflies. This Explains Many Things; For Example, The Fact That Nabokov's Novels, For All Their Elegance And Wit, Resemble Nothing So Much As Butterflies Pinned To A Board: Pretty But Dead; Symmetrical But Stiff.

In The Modern World, All Literary Art Is Necessarily Political -- Especially That Which Pretends Not To Be.