The theme of the diary is always the personal, but it does not mean only a personal story: it means a personal relationship to all things and people. The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes univer...
There are things one reads that make you aware that you have lived nothing, felt nothing, experienced nothing up to that time. How can i begin to feel - to feel? I want to fall in love in such a way t...
This openness, which is closed again as soon as we face a partial relationship, the one who understands only one part of us, is the miraculous openess which takes place in whole love.
When life becomes too difficult, I turn to my work. I swim into a new region.
Why do I doubt her? Perhaps she is just very sensitive, and hypersensitive people are false when others doubt them; they waver. And one thinks them insincere. Yet I want to believe her. At the same ti...
Why does a gesture, a walk, stir your blood? What a mystery this is, desire. The love sickness, the sensitivity, the obsession, the flutter of the heart, the ebb and flow of the blood. There is no dru...
Will I really be able to accept my mental loneliness?
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.
You know, Lillian, someday I will sit down and write a little dictionary for you, a little Chinese dictionary. In it I will put down all the interpretations of what is said to you, the right interpret...
ثمة شرخ في رؤيتي ، وسوف يظل الجنون يتدفق من خلاله
[Families] are made to make you forget yourself occasionally so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed.
You know I've always wanted to break the molds which life forms around one if one lets them.-Why?-I want to trespass boundaries, erase all identifications, anything which fixes one permanently into on...
Also, I do not like the companionship of women. They are petty and personal. They hang on to their mysteries and secrets, they act and pretend. I like the character of men better.
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.
Around her hair there was a saffron aureole, and her skin was a sea shell...
As soon as I kiss him I know that I love him with a blind instinct beyond all reason, with all his defects.
Believing in the danger which sprang from objects as well as people, which dress, which shoes, which coat demanded less of her panicked heart and body? For a costume was a challenge too, a discipline,...
I get furious at stairways, furious at doors, atwalls, furious at everyday life which interferes with the continuity ofecstasy.
I see ashes under the skin of her face. Disintegration. What terrible anxiety I feel. I want to put my arms around her. I feel her receding into death and I am willing to enter death to follow her, to...
Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.
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