I said, If there is an explanation of the mystery, it is this: the love between women is a refuge and an escape into harmony and narcissism in place of conflict.
I get furious at stairways, furious at doors, atwalls, furious at everyday life which interferes with the continuity ofecstasy.
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 creati...
I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.
He has made me lucid and sane, and I am suffering cruelly from the loss of my imaginary life.
As soon as I kiss him I know that I love him with a blind instinct beyond all reason, with all his defects.
Anaïs, I could stay here all night writing you. I see you before me constantly, with your head down and your long lashes lying on your cheeks. And I feel very humble.
Anaïs Nin noted in her diary: The same thing which makes Henry indestructible is what makes me indestructible: It is that at the core of us is a writer, not a human being.
Abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.
You had to account for every move, arrival or exit. In the world there was a conspiracy against improvisation. It was only permitted in jazz.
When life becomes too difficult, I turn to my work. I swim into a new region.
The most haunting woman is the one we cannot find in the crowded café when we are looking for her, the one that we must hunt for, and seek out through the disguises of her stories.
That night Fay became a woman, making a secret of her pain, intent on saving her happiness with Albert, on showing wisdom and subtlety.
Our talks are wonderful, interplays, not duels but swift illuminations of one another. I can make his tentative thoughts click. He enlarges mine. I fire him. He makes me flow. There is always movement...
My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through this curtain of sea, and my eyes are the color of water.
Man is always trying to create a woman who will fill his needs, and that makes her untrue to herself.
Lillian did not know then that the one who believes he can pay this early debt meets a bottomless well. Because the first denial has set off a fatality of revenge which no amount of giving can placate...
It is undeniable that the source of all our miseries comes from our obstinacy in maintaining that Paradise is a garden. The psychoanalysts have added to the confusion by interpreting the floating drea...
If I did not move and dance between them the three would turn to stone, for they are passive [...] They would fall asleep if I lay still somewhere. Henry, Gonzalo, Hugh. [...] It is only my dancing, m...
I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt.