The writer is the duelist who never fights at the stated hour, who gathers up an insult, like another curious object, a collector's item, spreads it out on his desk later, and then engages in a duel with it verbally. Some people call it weakness. I call it postponement. What is weakness in the man becomes a quality in the writer. For he preserves, collects what will explode later in his work. That is why the writer is the loneliest man in the world; because he lives, fights, dies, is reborn always alone; all his roles are played behind a curtain. In life he is an incongruous figure.
Anais NinI miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.
Anais NinI cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself.
Anais Nin