I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings. It is also true that creation… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The woman will sit eternally in the tall black armchair. I will be the one woman you will never have...excessive living weighs… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid… — Anais 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
Three or four threads may be agitated, like telegraph wires, at the same time, and if I were to tap them all… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I thought of my difficulties with writing, my struggles to articulate feelings not easily expressed. Of my struggles to find a language… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The writer is the duelist who never fights at the stated hour, who gathers up an insult, like another curious object, a… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We write to taste life twice, first in the moment and second in retrospect — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Writing more and more to the sound of music, writing more and more like music. Sitting in my studio tonight, playing record… — Anais 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
It is in the movements of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The preoccupation of the novelist: how to capture the living moments, was answered by the diary. You write while you are 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
“…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
