“ And in his eyes he had the look of the cat who inspires a desire to caress but loves no one, who never feels he must respond to the impulses he arouses. Anais Nin
“ Like the Baron, Mathilde developed a formula for acting out life as a series of roles—that is, by saying to herself in the morning while brushing her blond hair, Today I want to become this or that pe… Anais Nin
“ I gathered poets around me and we all wrote beautiful erotica. As we were condemned to focus only on sensuality, we had violent explosions of poetry. Writing erotica became a road to sainthood rather… Anais Nin
“ They walked in silence through the little streets of Chinatown. Women from all over the world smiled at them from open windows, stood on the doorsteps inviting them in. Some of the rooms were exposed… Anais Nin
“ How do I look to him? she asked herself. She got up and brought a long mirror towards the window. She stood it on the floor against a chair. Then she sat down in front of it on the rug and, facing it,… Anais Nin
“ A writer, who was a celebrity in Paris, had entered her shop one day. He was not looking for a hat. He asked if she sold luminous flowers that he had heard about, flowers which shone in the dark. He w… Anais Nin
“ I was sure the old man knew nothing about the beatitudes, ecstasies, dazzling reverberations of sexual encounters. Cut out the poetry was his message. Clinical sex, deprived of all the warmth of love—… Anais Nin
“ With her eyes alone she could give this response, this absolutely erotic response, as if febrile waves were trembling there, pools of madness... something devouring that could lick a man all over like… Anais Nin
“ The homosexuals wrote as if they were women. The timid ones wrote about orgies. The frigid ones about frenzied fulfill-ments. The most poetic ones indulged in pure bestiality and the purest ones in pe… Anais Nin
“ Her elongated eyes did not close as other women's eyes did, but like the eyes of tigers, pumas and leopards, the two lids meeting lazily and slowly; and they seemed slightly sewn together towards the… Anais Nin
“ Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when itbecomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You have taught us more than a… Anais Nin
“ I am a woman first of all. At the core of my work was a journal written for the father I lost, loved and wanted to keep. I am personal. I am essentially human, not intellectual. I do not understand ab… Anais Nin
“ The important task of literature is to free man, not to censor him, and that is why Puritanism was the most destructive and evil force which ever oppressed people and their literature: it created hypo… Anais Nin
“ I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence. Anais Nin
“ Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. For example now, I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I… Anais Nin
“ Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them. Anais Nin
“ We are more severe judges of our own acts... We judge our thoughts, our intents, our secret curses, our secret hates, not only our acts. Anais Nin
