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    • Madalyn Knebel

      Anais Nin. #inspiration #quote #saying #advice #AnaisNin

    • Jessica Larson

      don't know if this a true quote but it's great.

    • Joe Matheny

      Anais Nin. "Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death."

    • Lauren Noriode

      Dear Leo […] I see myself and my life each day differently. What can I say? The facts lie. I have been Don Quixote, always creating a world of my own. I am all the women in the novels, yet still another not in the novels. It took me more than sixty diary volumes until now to tell about my life. Like Oscar Wilde I put only my art into my work and my genius into my life. My life is not possible to tell. I change every day, change my patterns, my concepts, my interpretations. I am a series of moods and sensations. I play a thousand roles. I weep when I find others play them for me. My real self is unknown. My work is merely an essence of this vast and deep adventure. I create a myth and a legend, a lie, a fairy tale, a magical world, and one that collapses every day and makes me feel like going the way of Virginia Woolf. I have tried to be not neurotic, not romantic, not destructive, but may be all of these in disguises. It is impossible to make my portrait because of my mobility. I am not photogenic because of my mobility. Peace, serenity, and integration are unknown to me. My familiar climate is anxiety. I write as I breathe, naturally, flowingly, spontaneously, out of an overflow, not as a substitute for life. I am more interested in human beings than in writing, more interested in lovemaking than in writing, more interested in living than in writing. More interested in becoming a work of art than in creating one. I am more interesting than what I write. I am gifted in relationship above all things. I have no confidence in myself and great confidence in others. I need love more than food. I stumble and make errors, and often want to die. When I look most transparent is probably when I have just come out of the fire. I walk into the fire always, and come out more alive. All of which is not for Harper’s Bazaar. I think life tragic, not comic, because I have no detachment. I have been guilty of idealization, guilty of everything except detachment. I am guilty of fabricating a world in which I can live and invite others to live in, but outside of that I cannot breathe. I am guilty of too serious, too grave living, but never of shallow living. I have lived in the depths. My first tragedy sent me to the bottom of the sea; I live in a submarine, and hardly ever come to the surface. I love costumes, the foam of aesthetics, noblesse oblige, and poetic writers. At fifteen I wanted to be Joan of Arc, and later, Don Quixote. I never awakened from my familiarity with mirages, and I will end probably in an opium den. None of that is suitable forHarper’s Bazaar. I am apparently gentle, unstable, and full of pretenses. I will die a poet killed by the nonpoets, will renounce no dream, resign myself to no ugliness, accept nothing of the world but the one I made myself. I wrote, lived, loved like Don Quixote, and on the day of my death I will say: ‘Excuse me, it was all a dream,’ and by that time I may have found one who will say: ‘Not at all, it was true, absolutely true.’ The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947 Anaïs Nin. Writer. Poet. Philosopher. If I were to go on about the woman's life, her daring and fervent devotion to her nature, her true self, her passions and her pleasures. Admire though as I do those things, they are hardly the story here. I've always been less interested in words than I am in the poetry and marriage of words. I have cast so many books aside, good books, too, within the first paragraph or first page because they failed to grab me. Great plots are intriguing. But intrigue o lying moves my mind. I'm a man born behind his heart. And the only thing that moves the garment of my heart in writing is that uncommon gift for expression; painters and sculptors who just happen to be writers. Anaïs had that gift. I stumbled upon her work several years ago, and I was dizzy, dazzled and drunk from the elixir of her descriptions. Detailed. Necessarily prolixic. Introspectively and observantly prolific. Poetic. Poignant. Powerful. Her work. Her writing style has been a tremendous inspiration.

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