"Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream, exhale, release life's rapture. Everything is blooming. Everything is flying. Everything is screaming, choking on its screams. Laughter. Running. Let-down hair. That is all there is to life." -Vladamir Nabokov
Happy birthday indeed. That man had a serious way with words.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday old man. I wish you would have written for a hundred years.
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