Vladimir Nabokov's Quote - The tiny madman in his padded cell. – Vladimir Nabokov

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The tiny madman in his padded cell. - Vladimir Nabokov

The tiny madman in his padded cell. – Vladimir Nabokov

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My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. – Vladimir Nabokov

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I confess, I do not believe in time. – Vladimir Nabokov

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A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past. – Vladimir Nabokov

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Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
For babies grow up, weve learned to our sorrow
So quiet down, cobwebs
Dust, go to sleep
Im rocking my baby, and babies dont keep. – Anon.

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We have not all had the good fortune to be ladies. We have not all been generals, or poets, or statesmen; but when the toast works down to the babies, we stand on common ground. – Mark Twain

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Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that one babe commonly makes four or five out of the adults who prattle and play to it. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Except that right side up is best, there is not much to learn about holding a baby. There are one hundred and fifty-two distinctly different ways –and all are right! At least all will do. – Heywood Broun

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Well, certainly one of the ironies of the success of affirmative action is that the middle class within the black community no longer lives within black community by and large. – Henry Louis Gates

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From year to year, environmental changes are incremental and often barely register in our lives, but from evolutionary or geological perspectives, what is happening is explosive change. – David Suzuki

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The War on Drugs employs millions – politicians, bureaucrats, policemen, and now the military – that probably couldnt find a place for their dubious talents in a free market, unless they were to sell pencils from a tin cup on street corners. – L. Neil Smith

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