At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.
Anais NinThe suppression of inner patterns in favor of patterns created by society is dangerous to us.
Anais NinThe leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.
Anais NinThe inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer's darkroom. Like a laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or it becomes the solitary cell of the neurotic.
Anais Nin