“And in his eyes he had the look of the cat who inspires a desire to caress but loves no one, who… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“The homosexuals wrote as if they were women. The timid ones wrote about orgies. The frigid ones about frenzied fulfill-ments. The most… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“A writer, who was a celebrity in Paris, had entered her shop one day. He was not looking for a hat. He… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Her elongated eyes did not close as other women's eyes did, but like the eyes of tigers, pumas and leopards, the two… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“I was sure the old man knew nothing about the beatitudes, ecstasies, dazzling reverberations of sexual encounters. Cut out the poetry was… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Like the Baron, Mathilde developed a formula for acting out life as a series of roles—that is, by saying to herself in… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“They walked in silence through the little streets of Chinatown. Women from all over the world smiled at them from open windows,… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“How do I look to him?" she asked herself. She got up and brought a long mirror towards the window. She stood… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
