Vladimir Nabokov. Letter to the Faith (№ 362864)

You came into my life - not as come to visit (you know, "his hat"), and come to this Kingdom where all the rivers have waited for your reflection, all the roads of your steps. Fate wanted to correct its mistake - as if she asked me for forgiveness for all its previous deceptions. How can I leave you, my story, my sun? You see, if I were less like you, then I would have to leave. And so - just makes no sense. And die I do not want. There are two kind of "come what may". Weak-willed and strong-willed. Forgive me - but I live the second.