Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together. – Anais Nin
I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern. – Anais Nin
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we dont know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. – Anais Nin
After having done this whole slew of press for Big Love, now Ill have anxiety dreams for like a week and a half about all the stupid things I said. I cant even imagine being in front of the cameras all the time. I had a weird dream the other night that I was on Jersey Shore. – Chloe Sevigny