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

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Home,

Author:

Vladimir Nabokov

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In the true sense one's native land with its background of tradition early impressions reminiscences and other things dear to one is not enough to make sensitive human beings feel at home.

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So I got home and the phone was ringing. I picked it up and said 'Who's speaking please?' And a voice said 'You are.'

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