Anais Nin
Anais Nin
Anaïs Ninwas an essayist and memoirist born to Cuban parents in France, where she was also raised. She spent some time in Spain and Cuba but lived most of her life in the United States where she became an established author. She wrote journals, novels, critical studies, essays, short stories, and erotica. A great deal of her work, including Delta of Venus and Little Birds, was published posthumously...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth21 February 1903
CityNanterre, France
CountryUnited States of America
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we ... believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
Poverty is the great reality. That is why the artist seeks it.
Every individual is representative of the whole . . . and should be intimately understood, and this would give a far greater understanding of mass movements and sociology.
A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.
But the artist persists because he has the will to create, and this is the magic power which can transform and transfigure and transpose and which will ultimately be transmitted to others.
Each friend represents a world in us.
I believe the lasting revolution comes from deep changes in ourselves which influence our collective life.
Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate. I hate murderously.
Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be...including our perception. Of it
I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from a man's and for which man's language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored.
The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
The child in me could not die as it should have died, because according too legends it must find its father again. The old legends knew, perhaps, that in absence the father becomes glorified, deified, eroticized, and this outrage against God the Father has to be atoned for. The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless.
We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.