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“Reality Doesn’t Impress Me.”

My dear, I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than 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...

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“Love Never Dies A Natural Death.”

My dear, It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing. Falsely yours, Anais...

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“We Do Not Grow Absolutely, Chronologically. We Grow Sometimes In One Dimension, And Not In Another; Unevenly.”

My dear, We do not grow whole, that is a lie. 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, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. We do not grow whole, that is a lie. Falsely yours, Anais Nin ...

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