The child who is uprooted begins to recognize that what he builds within himself is what will endure, what will withstand shattering experiences.
Anais NinI must know, he thinks. It must be clear to me. There is a world which is closed to him, a world of shadings, gradations, nuances, and subtleties. He is a genius and yet he is too explicit. June slips between his fingers. You cannot posses without loving.
Anais NinLove never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
Anais Nin