Tuesday, October 20, 2009


There were always in me, two women at least,
one woman desperate and bewildered,
who felt she was drowning and another who
would leap into a scene, as upon a stage,
conceal her true emotions because they
were weaknesses, helplessness, despair,
and present to the world only a smile,
an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.

What I like best about myself ..is my audacity,
my courage. The ways I have found to be true to
myself without causing too much pain or damage..
What I hate so much is my vanity, my need to shine,
my need of applause and my sentimentality. I would
like to be harder. I cannot make a joke, make fun
of anyone, without feeling regrets.

Anais Nin, 1903-1977

Writer and diarist, born in Paris, of a Catalan father and a Danish mother, Anais spent many of her formative years with Cuban relatives. Later a naturalized American citizen, she lived and worked in Paris, New York and Los Angeles. Author of avant-garde novels in the French surrealistic style, she is best known for her life and times in The Diary of Anais Nin, Vols. I-VII. New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1966-1980; and The Early Diaries of Anais Nin, Vol. I-IV. New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1978-1985.


A Cuban In London said...

I love Anais. She was too far ahead of her time even in liberating and liberated Europe. Wonderful homage. Many thanks.

Greetings from London.

Anonymous said...

Is the first word supposed to be they or there? It reads weird.

I love her.

Jeanne said...

I love all you share.
Much love

Juniper said...

Have always meant to read her work, think this post and the beautiful photos may just have done the needed trick. Thank you

onesilentwinter said...

i adore her!