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“To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I live only for ecstasy. Nothing else affects me. Small doses, moderate love, all the demi-teintes �� all these leave me cold. I like extravagance, heat�� sexuality which bursts the thermometer! I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous �� lava, inflammable, unrestrained. I feel like a jungle animal who is escaping captivity.��

how can one describe the hunger and joie de vivre of anaïs nin? years and years of journals but her hothouse prose will never cease to amaze me. a feverish and captivating self-analysis of a hypnotizing artist and her creative growth. a liar, a madwoman, a narcissist; who absolutely exposed and changed some of the deepest aspects of sexuality in literature. i’m so, so damn in love with her “demon of restlessness��, her force continues to inspire me with the superabundance of ecstasy. her lovers, her ideas, how changed the people she touched were left. what a way to live! “Then I sat at the typewriter, saying to myself: Write, you weakling; write, you madwoman, write your misery out, write out your guts, spill out what is choking you, shout obscenely.��