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I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.

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Anais Nin
Age: 73 †
Born: 1903
Born: February 21
Died: 1977
Died: January 14
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Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell
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One may gain one truth at the expense of another.
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New York seems conducted by jazz, animated by it. It is essentially a city of rhythm.
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For too many centuries women have been being muses to artists. I wanted to be the muse, I wanted to be the wife of the artist, but I was really trying to avoid the final issue — that I had to do the job myself.
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The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
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The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body.
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There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
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I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.
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Physical experiences, lacking the joys of love, depend on twists and perversions of pleasure. Abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.
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There is an ugliness in being paid for work one does not like.
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One handles truths like dynamite. Literature is one vast hypocrisy, a giant deception, treachery. All writers have concealed more than they revealed.
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[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately.
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I gathered poets around me and we all wrote beautiful erotica. As we were condemned to focus only on sensuality, we had violent explosions of poetry. Writing erotica became a road to sainthood rather than to debauchery.
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She 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.
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The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with millions brings a greater and greater poverty in intimacy and human vision.
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Societies in decline have no use for visionaries.
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The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning.
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Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?
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Adolescence is like cactus.
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