#the diary of anais nin

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Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. IV: 1944-1947

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

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I want to live only for ecstasy. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades, leave me cold. I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometers.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume 1

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Anais Nin

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— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931–1934

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“The transparency of the child skin, of the adolescent later to turn opaque. […] The mothers who kiss them are eating light. There is a phosphorescence which comes from the magic world of childhood. Where does this illumination go later? Is it the substance of faith which shines from their bodies like phosphorescence from the albatross, and what kills it?”

— Anaïs Nin, from "The Sealed Room" in "Children of the Albatross", 1959.

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I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living.

—Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955

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"I watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult."

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934-1939

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

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You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume 1

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The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 3

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Anais Nin, The diary of Anais Nin vol. 1: 1931 - 1934.

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