(1903 - 1977)
In 1914, on a ship bound from Barcelona to New York, the eleven-year-old Anaïs Nin began the seven-volume diary that became the hallmark of her literary career. “This diary is,” she wrote, “my kief, hashish, and opium pipe. It is my drug and my vice.”
In my dreams I sleep with everybody.
—Anaïs Nin, 1933Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.
—Anaïs Nin, 1939People living deeply have no fear of death.
—Anaïs Nin, 1935The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body.
—Anaïs Nin, 1935
