We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls. – Anais Nin
If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then dont write, because our culture has no use for it. – Anais Nin
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked. – Anais Nin
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow. – Anais Nin