Here’s a cute quote from Nabokov’s “Lectures on Literature”:

“We should always remember that the work of art is invariably the creation of a new world… The writer is the first man to map it and to name the natural objects it contains. Those berries there are edible.: That speckled creature that bolted across my path might be tamed. That lake between those trees will be called Lake Opal or, more artistically, Dishwater Lake. That mist is a mountain – and that mountain must be conquered. Up a trackless slope climbs the master artist, and at the top, on a windy ridge, whom do you think he meets? The panting and happy reader, and there they spontaneously embrace and are linked forever if the book lasts forever.”