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Anais Nin

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About Me

an underground writer - publishing thousands of pages of her literary masterpiece: her journals and helping in establishing some of the most interesting authors of the 20th century. Her diaries and novels are filled with her life and struggle as an artist and writer, often set in the most famous of Cafe's around Paris in the 1920's and 1930's with the likes of writers, artists and revoultionaries such as American author Henry Miller, Britons' Lawrence Durrell and Rebecca West, Parisian photographer Robert Doisneau and Theatre de Cruelte' creator writer and actor Antonin Artaud. ............................................................ ................. “She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not care to be herself.” .................Anais Nin
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“I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic -- in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.”

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“Too late for changes, too late perhaps for explanations and ideological webs, but the love goes on, the love goes on, blind to laws and warnings and even to wisdom and to fears. And whatever that love is, perhaps an illusion of a new love, I want it, I can't resist it, my whole being melts in one kiss, my knowledge melts, my fears melt, my blood dances, my legs open.”.................................................... ....“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book(Lady Chatterley, for instance), or you take a trip, or you talk with Richard, 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."”