Poetry is the alchemy which teaches us to convert ordinary materials into gold. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
To write at the same temperature at which I live I should write nothing but poetry. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I have an attitude now that is immovable. I shall remain outside of the world, beyond the temporal, beyond all the organizations… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We speak of the masculine and the feminine, but they are the wrong labels. It is really more a matter of poetry… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Only when the poet and the scientist work in unison will we have living experiences and knowledge of the marvels of the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“At night too, she puzzled the mystery of her desperate need of kindness. As other girls prayed for handsomeness in a lover,… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“By the end of the evening I was like a man, terribly in love with her face and body, which promised so… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“How to live as divided cells — voilà! Something always eludes the scientists, the poets, the stargazers, the biologists, the anthropologists. Something… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Poetry, which is our relation to the senses, enables us to retain a living relationship to all things. It is the quickest… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“A voice that had traversed the centuries, so heavy it broke what it touched, so heavy I feared it would ring in… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
That is my essential reason for writing, not for fame, not to be celebrated after death, but to heighten and create life… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I gathered poets around me and we all wrote beautiful erotica. As we were condemned to focus only on sensuality, we had… — Anais 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
At first I protested and rebelled against poetry. I was about to deny my poetic worlds. I was doing violence to my… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I am apparently gentle, unstable, and full of pretenses. I will die a poet killed by the nonpoets, will renounce no dream,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“When does real love begin? At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines,… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“I'm in love with New York. It matches my mood. I'm not overwhelmed. It is the suitable scene for my ever ever… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Why is that I never get cut off from pity, sympathy, participation, in spite of the fact that I am living out… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“…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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
