“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” -Anais Nin
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country. -Anais Nin
It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
