His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm…

I wanted to remember in order to be able to return.

— Anais Nin

“…For love it is never the same. What goes on inside is never the same just like this music which changes every instant. For…

— Anaïs Nin

Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are…

— Anais Nin

I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less well, less…

— Anais Nin

We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.

— Anais Nin

Strange, isn't it, that no chemical will give a human being the iridescence that illusions have given them? Give me your hat.

— Anais Nin

The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.

— Anais Nin

Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience, many people, many places, many loves, many creations, and…

— Anais Nin

In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not…

— Anais Nin

I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated

— Anais Nin

“Laughter and tears are not separate experiences, with intervals of rest: they rush out together and it is like walking with a sword between…

— Anaïs Nin

The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others.

— Anais Nin

I write emotional algebra.

— Anais Nin

The role of the writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say. Most of the…

— Anais Nin

I say quotations are literary. They are good only when dealing with ideas, not with experience. Experience should be pure, unique.

— Anais Nin