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Anaïs Nin

Portrait taken in New York City in the 1970s
Born Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell
February 21, 1903(1903-02-21)
Neuilly, France
Died January 14, 1977 (aged 73)
Los Angeles, California
Occupation author
Nationality Cuban-French-Catalan
Genres journals
Spouse(s) Hugh Parker Guiler (1923–1977)
Rupert Pole (1955–1966)
Partner(s) Henry Miller
Relative(s) Joaquin Nin (father), Joaquin Nin-Culmell (brother)


Anaïs Nin (Spanish pronunciation: [anaˈis ˈnin]; born Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell) (February 21, 1903 – January 14, 1977) was a French author who became famous for her published journals, which span more than 60 years, beginning when she was 11 years old and ending shortly before her death. Nin is also famous for her erotica.

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Early life

Anaïs Nin was born in Neuilly, France, to two artistic parents. Her father, Joaquín Nin, was a Cuban[1][2] pianist and composer, and her mother Rosa Culmell[3] was a classically trained Cuban singer[4] of French and Danish ancestry. Her paternal great-grandfather had fled France during the Revolution, going first to Haiti, then New Orleans, and finally to Cuba where he helped build that country's first railway.[5] After her parents separated, her mother moved Anaïs and her two brothers, Thorvald Nin and Joaquin Nin-Culmell, from Barcelona to New York City. According to her diaries, Volume One, 1931–1934, Nin abandoned formal schooling at the age of 16 and began working as a model.

On March 3, 1923, in Havana, Cuba, Nin married her first husband, Hugh Parker Guiler (1898–1985), a banker and artist, later known as "Ian Hugo" when he became a filmmaker of experimental films in the late 1940s. The couple moved to Paris the following year, where Guiler pursued his banking career and Nin began to pursue her interest in writing; in her diaries she also mentions having trained as a flamenco dancer in Paris in the mid-to-late 1920s. Her first published work was a critical evaluation of D. H. Lawrence called D. H. Lawrence: An Unprofessional Study. She also explored the field of psychotherapy, studying under the likes of Otto Rank, a disciple of Sigmund Freud.

Nin left Paris in the late summer of 1939, when residents from overseas were urged to leave France due to the upcoming war and returned to New York City with Guiler (who is, on his own wish, all but edited out of her published diaries and whose role in her life is therefore difficult to gauge). During the war, Nin sent her books to Frances Steloff of the Gotham Book Mart in New York for safekeeping.[6]

Personal life

According to her diaries,Vol.1, 1931–1934, Nin shared a bohemian lifestyle with Henry Miller (and, later, Lawrence Durrell) during her time in Paris. Her husband Guiler is not mentioned anywhere in the published edition of the 1930s parts of her diary (Vol.1–2) although the opening of Vol.1 makes it clear that she is married. Nin appeared in the Kenneth Anger film Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome (1954) as Astarte; in the Maya Deren film Ritual in Transfigured Time (1946); and in Bells of Atlantis (1952), a film directed by Guiler under the name "Ian Hugo" with a soundtrack of electronic music by Louis and Bebe Barron.

In 1947, at the age of 44, she met and began living with Rupert Pole (1919–2006), sixteen years her junior. On March 17, 1955, she married him at Quartzsite, Arizona, returning with Pole to live in California.[7] Guiler remained in New York City and was unaware of Nin's second marriage until after her death in 1977.

After Guiler's death in 1985, the unexpurgated versions of her journals were commissioned by Pole.[8]

Nin often cited authors Djuna Barnes and D. H. Lawrence as inspirations. She states in Volume One of her diaries that she and Henry Miller drew inspiration from Marcel Proust, André Gide, Jean Cocteau, Paul Valéry, and Arthur Rimbaud.

Nin once worked at Lawrence R. Maxwell Books located at 45 Christopher Street.[9]

Journals

Anaïs Nin is perhaps best remembered as a diarist. Her journals, which span several decades, provide a deeply explorative insight into her personal life and relationships. Nin was acquainted, often quite intimately, with a number of prominent authors, artists, psychoanalysts, and other figures, and wrote of them often, especially Otto Rank. Moreover, as a female author describing a primarily masculine constellation of celebrities, Nin's journals have acquired importance as a counterbalancing perspective.

Previously unpublished works are coming to light in A Café in Space, the Anais Nin Literary Journal, which most recently includes "Anais Nin and Joaquín Nin y Castellanos: Prelude to a Symphony—Letters between a father and daughter."

Erotic writings

Nin is hailed by many critics as one of the finest writers of female erotica. She was one of the first women to explore fully the realm of erotic writing, and certainly the first prominent woman in modern Europe to write erotica. Before her, erotica written by women was rare, with a few notable exceptions, such as the work of Kate Chopin.

According to Volume I of her diaries, 1931–1934, published in 1966 (Stuhlmann), Nin first came across erotica when she returned to Paris with her mother and two brothers in her late teens. They rented the apartment of an American man who was away for the summer, and Nin came across a number of French paperbacks: "One by one, I read these books, which were completely new to me. I had never read erotic literature in America… They overwhelmed me. I was innocent before I read them, but by the time I had read them all, there was nothing I did not know about sexual exploits… I had my degree in erotic lore."

Faced with a desperate need for money, Nin and Miller began in the 1940s to write erotic and pornographic narratives for an anonymous "collector" for a dollar a page, somewhat as a joke.[10] Nin considered the characters in her erotica to be extreme caricatures and never intended the work to be published, but changed her mind in the early 1970s and allowed them to be published as Delta of Venus and Little Birds.

Nin was a friend, and in some cases lover, of many leading literary figures, including Henry Miller, Antonin Artaud, Edmund Wilson, Gore Vidal, James Agee, and Lawrence Durrell. Her passionate love affair and friendship with Miller strongly influenced her both as a woman and an author. The rumor that Nin was bisexual was given added circulation by the Philip Kaufman film Henry & June. This rumor is dashed by at least two encounters Nin writes about in her third unexpurgated journal, Fire. The first is with a patient of Nin's (Nin was acting as a psychoanalyst in New York at the time), Thurema Sokol, with whom nothing physical occurs. She also describes a ménage à trois in a hotel, and while Nin is attracted to the other woman, she does not respond completely (229–31). Nin confirms that she is not bisexual in her unpublished 1940 diary when she states that although she could be attracted erotically to some women, the sexual act itself made her uncomfortable. What is irrefutable is her sexual attraction to men (see Henry Miller and Gonzalo More).

Nin's first unexpurgated journal, Henry and June, makes it clear, despite the notion to the contrary, that she did not have sexual relations with Miller's wife, June. While Nin was stirred by June to the point where she says (paraphrasing), "I have become June," she did not consummate her erotic feelings for her. Still, to both Anais and Henry, June was a femme fatale—irresistible, cunning, erotic. Nin gave June money, jewelry, clothes, oftentimes leaving herself broke. In her second unexpurgated journal, Incest, she wrote that she had an incestuous relationship with her father, which was graphically described (207–15). When Nin's father learned of the title of her first book of fiction, House of Incest, he feared that the true nature of their relationship would be revealed, when, in fact, it was heavily veiled in Nin's text.

Later life and legacy

In 1973 Anaïs Nin received an honorary doctorate from the Philadelphia College of Art. She was elected to the United States National Institute of Arts and Letters in 1974. She died in Los Angeles, California on January 14, 1977; her body was cremated, and her ashes were scattered over Santa Monica Bay. Rupert Pole was named Nin's literary executor, and he arranged to have new unexpurgated editions of Nin's books and diaries published between 1985 and his death in 2006.

Philip Kaufman directed the 1990 film Henry & June based on Nin's novel Henry and June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin. She was portrayed in the film by Maria de Medeiros.

Quotes

  • "Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage."
  • "This diary is my kief, hashish, and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice."
  • "...for no one has ever loved an adventurous woman as they have loved adventurous men."
  • "And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
  • "I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding."
  • "How wrong is it for women to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than set out to create it herself."
  • "I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing."
  • "Each friend represents a world in us, a world not possibly born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."
  • "I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls."
  • "Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them."
  • "Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't 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 withering, of tarnishing."
  • "Dreams are necessary to life."
  • "We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
  • "People living deeply have no fear of death."
  • "The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment with it, that was the miracle."
  • "Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it. "
  • "The only abnormality is the inability to love."
  • "We're not in France now and maturity is not considered an asset in women here" (to an American editor friend in the 1940s, instructing her to disseminate a date of birth ten years later than the real one; Nin looked young enough to get away with this)

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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.

Anaïs Nin (IPA: [ana'iːs nin] "ana-EESE neen") [born Angela Anais Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell] (21 February 1903 - 14 January 1977) was a French-born author of Spanish, Cuban, and Danish descent who became famous for her published journals, which span more than sixty years, and for her erotica.

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Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.
Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage.
The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
The day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
  • Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
    • D. H. Lawrence : An Unprofessional Study (1932); also quoted in The Mirror and the Garden : Realism and Reality in the Writings of Anais Nin (1971) by Evelyn J. Hinz, p. 40
  • The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart.
  • My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through this curtain of sea and my eyes are the color of water. I looked with chameleon eyes upon the changing face of the world, looked with anonymous vision upon my uncompleted self. I remember my first birth in water.
    • House of Incest (1936)
  • Worlds self made are so full of monsters and demons.
    • House of Incest (1936)
  • If only we could all escape from this house of incest, where we only love ourselves in the other, if only I could save you all from yourselves.
    • House of Incest (1936)
  • Only in the fever of creation could she recreate her own lost life.
  • In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.
    • Children of the Albatross (1947)
  • This image of herself as a not ordinary women, an image which was trembling now in his eyes, might suddenly disappear. Nothing more difficult to live up to than men’s dreams.
    • Children of the Albatross (1947)
  • Every word you wrote I ate, as if it were manna. Finding one's self in a book is a second birth; and you are the only one who knows that at times men behave like women and women like men, and that all these distinctions are mock distinctions.
  • Human beings can reach such desperate solitude that they may cross a boundary beyond which words cannot serve, and at such moments there is nothing left for them but to bark.
    • Collages (1964), p. 116
  • Solitude may rust your words.
    • Collages (1964), p. 116
  • The preoccupation of the novelist: how to capture the living moments, was answered by the diary. You write while you are alive. You do not preserve them in alcohol until the moment you are ready to write about them.
    • As quoted in Woman As Writer (1978) by Jeannette L. Webber and Joan Grumman, p. 42
  • Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth.
    • As quoted in Sunbeams : A Book of Quotations (1990) by Sy Safransky, p. 137
  • I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from man's and for which man's language was inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored. D. H. Lawrence began to give instinct a language, he tried to escape the clinical, the scientific, which only captures what the body feels.
    • As quoted in D. H. Lawrence and Nine Women Writers (1996) by Leo Hamalian, p. 90
  • Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.
    • As quoted in D. H. Lawrence and Nine Women Writers (1996) by Leo Hamalian, p. 93
  • Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage.
    • As quoted in French Writers of the Past (2000) by Carol A. Dingle, p. 126
  • The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer. The dictionary, a new word, a voyage, an encounter, a talk on the street, a book, a phrase learned.
    • As quoted in French Writers of the Past (2000) by Carol A. Dingle, p. 126
  • Electric flesh-arrows traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm.
    • As quoted in French Writers of the Past (2000) by Carol A. Dingle, p. 126
  • Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes one feel as you might when a drowning man holds unto you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
    • As quoted in French Writers of the Past (2000) by Carol A. Dingle, p. 126
  • The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
    • As quoted in French Writers of the Past (2000) by Carol A. Dingle, p. 127
  • The day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
    • As quoted in Living on Purpose : Straight Answers to Universal Questions (2000) by Dan Millman, p. 4
  • Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
    • As quoted in A Woman's Journal : A Blank Book with Quotes by Women (2002) by Running Press Staff, p. 1932
  • Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.
    • As quoted in Why Men Fall Out of Love : The Secrets They Don't Tell (2005) by Michael French, p. 142

Diary entries (1914 - 1974)

I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.
This is a chronological presentation of entries from various published editions of Nin's diaries. Some of the published sources available include:
Linotte: The Early Diary of Anais Nin (1914-1920)
The Early Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 2. (1920-1923)
The Early Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 3 (1923-1927)
The Early Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1927-1931)
The Diary of Anais Nin: Vol. 1 (1931-1934)
The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 2 (1934-1939)
The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 3 (1939-1944)
The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947)
The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 5 (1947-1955)
The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 6 (1955-1966)
The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 7 (1966-1974)
Henry and June : From "A Journal of Love" : The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin (1931-1932)
Incest : From "A Journal of Love" : The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1932-1934)
Fire : From "A Journal of Love" : The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1934-1937)
Nearer the Moon : From "A Journal of Love" : The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin (1937-1939)
  • I had always believed in Andre Breton's freedom, to write as one thinks, in the order and disorder in which one feels in thinks, to follow sensations and absurd correlations of events and images, to trust to the new realms they lead one into. "The cult of the marvelous." Also the cult of the unconscious leadership, the cult of mystery, the evasion of false logic. The cult of the unconscious as proclaimed by Rimbaud. It is not madness. It is an effort to transcend the rigidities and the patterns made by the rational mind.
    • Winter, 1931-1932 The Diary of Anaïs Nin , Volume One 1931-1934
  • Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.
    • Winter, 1931-1932
Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.
  • The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest.
    • February, 1932
  • For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds...
    • February, 1932
  • My life is slowed up by thought and the need to understand what I am living.
    • February, 1932
  • Passion gives me moments of wholeness.
    • February, 1932
  • We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.
    • February, 1932
  • Man can never know the kind of loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in a woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. The woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which he has bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love is a taking of man within her, and act of birth and rebirth, of child bearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to BE. But for a woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment when man rests inside of her.
    • May 25, 1932
  • Women always think that when they have my shoes, my dress, my hairdresser, my makeup, it will all work the same way. They do not conceive of the witchcraft that is needed. They do not know that I am not beautiful but that I only appear to be at certain moments.
    • June 1932 Henry and June
  • To lie, of course, is to engender insanity.
    • August 1932 Henry and June
  • I see myself wrapped in lies, which do not seem to penetrate my soul, as if they are not really a part of me. They are like costumes.
    • August 1932 Henry and June
Most artists have retired too absolutely; they grow rusty, inflexible to the flow of currents.
  • There will never be darkness because in both of us there's always movement, renewal, surprises. I have never known stagnation. Not even introspection has been a still experience...
    • August 1932 Henry and June
  • You are so terribly nimble, so clever. I distrust your cleverness. You make a wonderful pattern, everything is in its place, it looks convincingly clear, too clear. And meanwhile, where are you? Not on the clear surface of your ideas, but you have already sunk deeper, into darker regions, so that one only thinks one has been given all your thoughts, one only imagines you have emptied yourself in that clarity. But there are layers and layers — you're bottomless, unfathomable. Your clearness is deceptive. You are the thinker who arouses most confusion in me, most doubt, most disturbance.
    • August 1932 Henry and June
  • This abdiction of life demanded of the artist is to be achieved only relatively. Most artists have retired too absolutely; they grow rusty, inflexible to the flow of currents.
    • November 26, 1932
When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.
  • I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
    • March 25, 1933
  • I need a place where I can shout and weep. I have to be a Spanish savage at some time of the day. I record here the hysteria life causes in me. The overflow of an undisciplined extravagance. To hell with taste and art, with all contractions and polishings. Here I shout, I dance, I weep, I gnash my teeth, I go mad — all by myself, in bad English, in chaos. It will keep me sane for the world and for art .
    • Oct. 27, 1933 (writing about her diary)
  • When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.
    • November, 1933
  • For me, the adventures of the mind, each inflection of thought, each movement, nuance, growth, discovery, is a source of exhilaration.
    • November, 1933
I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.
  • People living deeply have no fear of death.
    • The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)
  • He was insane with anger. Or is all insanity anger?
    • The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)
  • You cannot save people, you can only love them.
    • The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)
  • I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less well, less creative the next day.
    • The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)
  • Someday I'll be locked up for love insanity. "She loved too much."
    • The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)
  • The times in his studio when he washed his hands and they smoked, for his hands were so warm and the water so cold.
    • The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)
  • The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. Always an orchestra, and just as music traverses walls, so sensuality traverses the body and reaches up to ecstasy.
    • The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)
  • He left me at my hotel at 3:00 AM murmuring: "You're marvelous."
    • The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)
  • I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.
    • February 5, 1934
  • Oh, God, I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love. I swim in the sky; I float; my body is full of flowers, flowers with fingers giving me acute, acute caresses, sparks, jewels, quivers of joy, dizziness, such dizziness. Music inside of one, drunkenness. Only closing the eyes and remembering, and the hunger, the hunger for more, more, the great hunger, the voracious hunger, and thirst.
    • May 30, 1934
  • No one but a woman in love ever sees the maximum of men's greatness .
    • June 18, 1934
  • I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
    • July 7, 1934
  • Love is the axis and breath of my life. The art I produce is a byproduct, an excrescence of love, the song I sing, the joy which must explode, the overabundance — that is all!
    • Oct. 21, 1934
  • We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, of fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations.
    • The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. 4 (1971); as quoted in Journal of Phenomenological Psychology Vol. 15 (1984)
  • In creation alone there is the possibility of perfection.
    • May 11, 1935, published in Fire : From "A Journal of Love" : the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934-1937 (1995)
  • Everything but happiness is neurosis.
    • Feb. 15, 1936
  • Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.
    • Feb. 15, 1936
  • No desire of the body, but for what lies in there, what lies in the flesh, the world, the thought, the creation, the illumination.
    • March 2, 1936 Fire
  • To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.
    • March 6, 1936 Fire
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
  • I say quotations are literary. They are good only when dealing with ideas, not with experience. Experience should be pure, unique.
    • June 5, 1936 Fire
  • I have an attitude now that is immovable. I shall remain outside of the world, beyond the temporal, beyond all the organizations of the world. I only believe in poetry.
    • August 22, 1936 Fire
The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements...
  • Ecstasy is the moment of exaltation from wholeness!
    • September 10, 1936
  • Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.
    • October 18, 1936 Fire
  • 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.
    • March 1937
  • There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
    • Fall 1943
  • Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.
    • February 1954 The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. 5 (1947-1955), as quoted in Woman as Writer (1978) by Jeannette L. Webber and Joan Grumman, p. 38
When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
All writers have concealed more than they revealed.
  • The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements. It is a materialization, an incarnation of his inner world. Then he hopes to attract others into it. He hopes to impose his particular vision and share it with others. And when the second stage is not reached, the brave artist continues nevertheless. The few moments of communion with the world are worth the pain, for it is a world for others, an inheritance for others, a gift to others, in the end. When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
    We also write to heighten our own awareness of life. We write to lure and enchant and console others. We write to serenade our lovers. We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal. We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely. We write as the birds sing, as the primitives dance their rituals. 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. When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.
    • February 1954 The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5 as quoted in Woman as Writer (1978) by Jeannette L. Webber and Joan Grumman, p. 38
The writer's responsibility is to increase, develop our senses, expand our vision, heighten our awareness and enrich our articulateness.
  • One handles truths like dynamite. Literature is one vast hypocrisy, a giant deception, treachery. All writers have concealed more than they revealed.
    • The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5
  • The role of the writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say. Most of the writing today which is called fiction contains such a poverty of language, such triteness, that it is a shrunken, diminished world we enter, poorer and more formless than the poorest cripple deprived of ears and eyes and tongue. The writer's responsibility is to increase, develop our senses, expand our vision, heighten our awareness and enrich our articulateness.
    • The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5, as quoted in Moving to Antarctica : An Anthology of Women's Writing (1975) by Margaret Kaminski
  • At a lecture I am asked to pronounce my name three times. I try to be slow and emphatic, "Anaïs — Anaïs — Anaïs. You just say "Anna" and then add "ees," with the accent on the "ees."
    • Summer 1966, in The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume 7 (1966-1974)

Under a Glass Bell (1944)

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives...
You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences...
  • All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.
    • "The Mohican"
  • I am the one who has felt most deeply the stuttering of the tongue in its relation to thought.
    • "Je suis le plus malade des Surrealistes"
  • I feel a fatigue of the tongue seeking to utter impossible things until it twists itself into a knot and chokes me. I feel a fatigue at this mass of nerves seeking to uphold a world that is falling apart. I feel a fatigue at feeling, at the fervor of my dreams, the fever of my thought, the intensity of my hallucinations. A fatigue at the sufferings of others and my own. I feel my own blood thundering inside of me, I feel the horror of falling into abysms. But you and I would always fall together and I would not be afraid. We would fall into abysms, but you would carry your phosphorescences to the very bottom of the abysms. We could fall together and ascend together, far into space. I was always exhausted by my dreams, not because of the dreams, but because of the fear of not being able to return. I do not need to return. I will find you everywhere. You alone can go wherever I go, into the same mysterious regions. You too know the language of the nerves. You will always know what I am saying even if I do not.
    • "Je suis le plus malade des Surrealistes"
  • I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself.
    • "Je suis le plus malade des Surrealistes"

A Spy in the House of Love (1954)

  • You are like a person who consumes herself in love and giving and does not know the miracles that are born of this.
  • The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.
  • When she did finally fall asleep it was the restless sleep of the night watchman continuously aware of danger and of the treacheries of time seeking to cheat her by permitting clocks to strike the passing hours when she was not awake to grasp their contents.

The Novel of the Future (1969)

The dream has to be translated into reality.
The creative personality never remains fixed on the first world it discovers. It never resigns itself to anything.
  • The dream has to be translated into reality.
  • For the neurotic, the merging of the subconscious and the conscious may be risky, just as it is for the users of drugs. But for the writer who is aware of the way in which this connection exists in reality and nourishes creativity, the sooner he can achieve a synthesis among intellect, emotion, and instinct, the sooner his work will be integrated.
  • I think that natural truths will cease to be spat at us like insults, that aesthetics will once more be linked with ethics, and that people will become aware that in casting out aesthetics that they also cast out a respect for human life, a respect for creation, a respect for spiritual values. Aesthetics was an expression of man's need to be in love with his world. The cult of ugliness is a regression. It destroys our appetite, our love for our world.
We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream.
  • It was a misunderstanding to stress the dream like quality of the novels. What I meant to stress was the interrelation between dream and life, between dream and action.
  • Neurosis was caused by our attempt to separate physical and metaphysical levels, to set them up in opposition to each other, thus engaging in an internecine war. If it is true that we do live on several levels simultaneously- drama and action, past and present, personnel and collective- we are given ways to unify them: one by religion, the other by art. Separating such levels is only necessary when they conflict, and separation is a result of conflict. Seeing how these levels can work together in harmony is the task of our contemporary writers.
  • The creative personality never remains fixed on the first world it discovers. It never resigns itself to anything.
  • The necessity for fiction was probably born of the problem of taboo on certain revelations. It was not only a need of the imagination but an answer to the limitations placed on portrayal of others.
  • The unconscious can become destructive if it is disregarded and thwarted.
  • We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream.

Unsourced

  • Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.
  • My ideas usually come not at the desk writing but in the midst of living.

Disputed

We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are.
  • We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are.
    • This has often been attributed to Nin without a cited source, and has also sometimes been attributed to the Jewish Talmud, without any cited version or passage. A similar statement appears in You Can Negotiate Anything (1982) by Herb Cohen: You and I do not see things as they are. We see things as we are.
    • Another similar statement without cited source is also attributed to Nin: We see the world as "we" are, not as "it" is; because it is the "I" behind the "eye" that does the seeing.

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