"A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish - but there was no diamond inside. That's what I like about coincidence." - Vladimir Nabokov
". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate, a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the
horizon of shimmering deserts."
- Vladimir Nabokov