Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.
Anais NinShe had acquired some of his gypsy ways, some of his nonchalance, his bohemian indiscipline. She had swung with him into the disorders of strewn clothes, spilled cigarette ashes, slipping into bed all dressed, falling asleep thus, indolence, timelessness...A region of chaos and moonlight. She liked it there.
Anais Nin