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Literature was not born the day when a boy crying "wolf, wolf" came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came crying "wolf, wolf" and there was no wolf behind him.
Vladimir Nabokov
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What this quote means

This quote suggests that literature emerges from the power of imagination, rather than just reality.

Vladimir Nabokov's quote highlights the essence of literature as a creative endeavor that transcends mere factual storytelling. It underscores the idea that true literary expression is born not from the presence of actual events, but from the ability to evoke emotion and provoke thought through the narrative, even when the stories told are entirely fictional or metaphorical.

Themes

LiteratureImaginationStorytellingCreativityFiction

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Example use cases

During a literary discussion about the nature of fiction, one might quote Nabokov to emphasize the importance of creativity.

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