Archive for the ‘Anaïs Nin’ Category

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009
writing hand

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…

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Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

Friday, August 14th, 2009
white orchid

Henry sat by the fire at the laquered table. All he could say was that he longed for the bistro around the corner, the zinc counter, the dull greenish coffee and milk full of skin…

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