Anais Nin

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January 14, 1977) </I></div> <div> <I>Full birth name: Angela Anais Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Anais Nin was born in France. Her father was the composer Joaquin Nin, who grew up in Spain but was born in and returned to Cuba.  Her mother, Rosa Culmell y Vigaraud, was of Cuban, French, and Danish ancestry. Anais Nin moved to the United States in 1914 after her father deserted the family.  In the United States she attended Catholic schools, dropped out of school, worked as a model and dancer, and returned to Europe in 1923. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Anais Nin studied psychoanalysis with Otto Rank and briefly practiced as a lay therapist in New York. She was a patient of Carl Jung for a time as well.</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Finding it difficult to get her erotic stories published, Anais Nin helped found Siana Editions in France in 1935. By 1939 and the outbreak of World War II she returned to New York, where she became a figure in the Greenwich Village crowd.</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>An obscure literary figure for most of her life, when her journals -- kept since 1931 -- began to be published in 1966, Anais Nin entered the public eye. The ten volumes of The Diary of Anaïs Nin have remained popular. These are more than simple diaries; each volume has a theme, and were likely written with the intent that they later be published. Letters she exchanged with intimate friends, including Henry Miller, have also been published. The popularity of the diaries brought interest in her previously-published novels. The Delta of Venus and Little Birds, originally written in the 1940s, were published after her death (1977, 1979).</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>Anais Nin is known, as well, for her lovers, who included Henry Miller, Edmund Wilson, Gore Vidal and Otto Rank. She was married to Hugh Guiler of New York who tolerated her affairs. She also entered into a second, bigamous marriage to Rupert Cole in California.</I></div> <bR> <div> <I>The ideas of Anais Nin about "masculine" and "feminine" natures have influenced that part of the feminist movement known as "difference feminism." She disassociated herself late in her life from the more political forms of feminism, believing that self-knowledge through journaling was the source of personal liberation.</I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>Selected Anais Nin Quotations </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. </I></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <I>• </I><I>I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes one feel as you might when a drowning man holds unto you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• I write emotional algebra. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• To write is to descend, to excavate, to go underground. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• I am in a beautiful prison from which I can only escape by writing. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• My diary is a mirror telling the story of a dreamer who, a long long time ago went through life the way one reads a book. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer. The dictionary, a new word, a voyage, an encounter, a talk on the street, a book, a phrase learned. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• Man can never know the kind of loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in a woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. The woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she has bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child-bearing and man-bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to BE. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment the man rests inside of her. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• I have the right to love many people at once and to change my prince often. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• What I cannot love, I overlook. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• Dreams are necessary to life. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• Dreams have helped me to live. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensible as poetry. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. Always an orchestra, and just as music traverses walls, so sensuality traverses the body and reaches up to ecstasy. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• Jazz is the music of the body. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. </I></div> <bR> <div> <I>• I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by loving.</I></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>