Reality doesnโt impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me. I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
Anais NinHe had a mania for washing and disinfecting himself. . . . For him the only danger came from the microbes that attacked the body. He had not studied the microbe of conscience which eats into the soul.
Anais NinConvalescence. Such an utter weakness that you lie like an animal hibernating, playing possum. You float. You are adrift. Every current is stronger than you.
Anais NinLife, religion and art all converge in Bali. They have no word in their language for 'artist' or 'art.' Everyone is an artist.
Anais Nin