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“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book鈥� or you take a trip鈥� and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”
― Ana茂s Nin, The Diary of Ana茂s Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

“The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers. I'm thinking not only of Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Shelley, but of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Sappho. You cannot divide creative juices from human juices. And as long as juicy women are equated with bad women, we will err on the side of being bad.”
― Erica Jong

“She glared at him through tear-filled eyes. 鈥淵ou talk of your pain? You cannot even begin to understand the sacrifice I have made. I gave away a piece of myself, my soul! But I did it out of love, never think otherwise. I made the choice to live my life without her because I knew in my heart she would be better off without me and I could not bear to know that a life created out of such perfect love would be forced to live with the ugly truth of her birth. I thought,鈥� she sobbed, breaking down before him. 鈥淚 thought鈥 did the right thing.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Addicted

“As he clutched her in his shaking hands and wept against her, he whispered into her ear, the words that made him believe. 鈥淟ove bears all things. Endures all things,鈥� he said. 鈥淥urs has, hasn鈥檛 it?鈥� She nodded and held him tighter. 鈥淏ut can it endure this, Anais? This demon who holds me so mercilessly in its claws?鈥�
She touched his face and kissed him. 鈥淢y love can and will, Lindsay. I will be here when you open your eyes. I will give you whatever you need to make it more bearable.”
― Charlotte Featherstone, Addicted