If i write what i feel, its to reduce the fever of feeling. What i confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant
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Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra (1925), Letters to Véra
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“I love you. I love you, but I’m turning to my verses and my heart is closing like a fist.”
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