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Anaïs Nin

Anaïs Nin (Spanish pronunciation: [anaˈiz ˈnin]; 21 February 1903 – 14 January 1977), born Angela Anais Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell, was a French-born author of Spanish, Cuban, and Danish descent who became famous for her published journals, which span more than sixty years, and for her erotica.

Quotes

 * Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
 * D. H. Lawrence : An Unprofessional Study (1932); also quoted in The Mirror and the Garden : Realism and Reality in the Writings of Anais Nin (1971) by Evelyn J. Hinz, p. 40

 * The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart.
 * House of Incest (1936)

 * My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through this curtain of sea and my eyes are the color of water. I looked with chameleon eyes upon the changing face of the world, looked with anonymous vision upon my uncompleted self. I remember my first birth in water.
 * House of Incest (1936)

 * Worlds self made are so full of monsters and demons.
 * House of Incest (1936)

 * If only we could all escape from this house of incest, where we only love ourselves in the other, if only I could save you all from yourselves.
 * House of Incest (1936)

 * When one is pretending the entire body revolts.
 * Winter of Artifice (1939)

 * Only in the fever of creation could she recreate her own lost life.
 * Winter of Artifice (1939)

 * In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.
 * Children of the Albatross (1947)

 * This image of herself as a not ordinary women, an image which was trembling now in his eyes, might suddenly disappear. Nothing more difficult to live up to than men’s dreams.
 * Children of the Albatross  (1947)

 * Every word you wrote I ate, as if it were manna. Finding one's self in a book is a second birth; and you are the only one who knows that at times men behave like women and women like men, and that all these distinctions are mock distinctions.
 * Collages (1964), p. 114

 * Human beings can reach such desperate solitude that they may cross a boundary beyond which words cannot serve, and at such moments there is nothing left for them but to bark.
 * Collages (1964), p. 116

 * Solitude may rust your words.
 * Collages (1964), p. 116

 * The preoccupation of the novelist: how to capture the living moments, was answered by the diary. You write while you are alive. You do not preserve them in alcohol until the moment you are ready to write about them.
 * As quoted in Woman As Writer (1978) by Jeannette L. Webber and Joan Grumman, p. 42

 * Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth.
 * As quoted in Sunbeams : A Book of Quotations (1990) by Sy Safransky, p. 137

 * I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from man's and for which man's language was inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored. D. H. Lawrence began to give instinct a language, he tried to escape the clinical, the scientific, which only captures what the body feels.
 * As quoted in D. H. Lawrence and Nine Women Writers (1996) by Leo Hamalian, p. 90

 * Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.
 * As quoted in D. H. Lawrence and Nine Women Writers (1996) by Leo Hamalian, p. 93

 * Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage.
 * As quoted in French Writers of the Past (2000) by Carol A. Dingle, p. 126

 * 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.
 * As quoted in French Writers of the Past (2000) by Carol A. Dingle, p. 126

 * Electric flesh-arrows traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm.
 * As quoted in French Writers of the Past (2000) by Carol A. Dingle, p. 126

 * The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
 * As quoted in French Writers of the Past (2000) by Carol A. Dingle, p. 127

 * Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
 * As quoted in A Woman's Journal : A Blank Book with Quotes by Women (2002) by Running Press Staff, p. 1932

Diary entries (1914 - 1974)

 * This is a chronological presentation of entries from various published editions of Nin's diaries. Some of the published sources available include:
 * Linotte: The Early Diary of Anais Nin (1914-1920)
 * The Early Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 2. (1920-1923)
 * The Early Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 3 (1923-1927)
 * The Early Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1927-1931)
 * The Diary of Anais Nin: Vol. 1 (1931-1934)
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 2 (1934-1939)
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 3 (1939-1944)
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947)
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 5 (1947-1955)
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 6 (1955-1966)
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 7 (1966-1974)
 * Henry and June : From "A Journal of Love" : The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin (1931-1932)
 * Incest : From "A Journal of Love" : The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1932-1934)
 * Fire : From "A Journal of Love" : The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1934-1937)
 * Nearer the Moon : From "A Journal of Love" : The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin (1937-1939)
 * Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

 * You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book (Lady Chatterley, for instance), or you take a trip, or you talk with Richard, 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.
 * The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume One 1931-1934

 * I had always believed in Andre Breton's freedom, to write as one thinks, in the order and disorder in which one feels in thinks, to follow sensations and absurd correlations of events and images, to trust to the new realms they lead one into. "The cult of the marvelous." Also the cult of the unconscious leadership, the cult of mystery, the evasion of false logic. The cult of the unconscious as proclaimed by Rimbaud. It is not madness. It is an effort to transcend the rigidities and the patterns made by the rational mind.
 * Winter, 1931-1932 The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume One 1931-1934

 * Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.
 * Winter, 1931-1932

 * The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest.
 * February, 1932

 * For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds...
 * February, 1932

 * My life is slowed up by thought and the need to understand what I am living.
 * February, 1932

 * Passion gives me moments of wholeness.
 * February, 1932

 * We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.
 * February, 1932

 * 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 he 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 is a taking of man within her, and 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 a woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment when man rests inside of her.
 * May 25, 1932

 * Women always think that when they have my shoes, my dress, my hairdresser, my makeup, it will all work the same way. They do not conceive of the witchcraft that is needed. They do not know that I am not beautiful but that I only appear to be at certain moments.
 * June 1932 Henry and June

 * Nothing too long imagined can be perfect in a worldly way.
 * June 1932 Henry and June

 * Love reduces the complexity of living.
 * June 1932 Henry and June

 * The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others.
 * July 1932, The Diary Of Anaïs Nin, Volume One (1931-1934)

 * To lie, of course, is to engender insanity.
 * August 1932 Henry and June

 * I see myself wrapped in lies, which do not seem to penetrate my soul, as if they are not really a part of me. They are like costumes.
 * August 1932 Henry and June

 * There will never be darkness because in both of us there's always movement, renewal, surprises. I have never known stagnation. Not even introspection has been a still experience...
 * August 1932 Henry and June

 * You are so terribly nimble, so clever. I distrust your cleverness. You make a wonderful pattern, everything is in its place, it looks convincingly clear, too clear. And meanwhile, where are you? Not on the clear surface of your ideas, but you have already sunk deeper, into darker regions, so that one only thinks one has been given all your thoughts, one only imagines you have emptied yourself in that clarity. But there are layers and layers — you're bottomless, unfathomable. Your clearness is deceptive. You are the thinker who arouses most confusion in me, most doubt, most disturbance.
 * August 1932 Henry and June

 * This abdiction of life demanded of the artist is to be achieved only relatively. Most artists have retired too absolutely; they grow rusty, inflexible to the flow of currents.
 * November 26, 1932

 * I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
 * March, 1933

 * I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
 * March 25, 1933

 * I need a place where I can shout and weep. I have to be a Spanish savage at some time of the day. I record here the hysteria life causes in me. The overflow of an undisciplined extravagance. To hell with taste and art, with all contractions and polishings. Here I shout, I dance, I weep, I gnash my teeth, I go mad — all by myself, in bad English, in chaos. It will keep me sane for the world and for art.
 * Oct. 27, 1933 (writing about her diary)

 * When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.
 * November, 1933

 * For me, the adventures of the mind, each inflection of thought, each movement, nuance, growth, discovery, is a source of exhilaration.
 * November, 1933

 * People living deeply have no fear of death.
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)

 * He was insane with anger. Or is all insanity anger?
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)

 * You cannot save people, you can only love them.
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)

 * I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less well, less creative the next day.
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)

 * Someday I'll be locked up for love insanity. "She loved too much."
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)

 * The times in his studio when he washed his hands and they smoked, for his hands were so warm and the water so cold.
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)

 * 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.
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)

 * He left me at my hotel at 3:00 AM murmuring: "You're marvelous."
 * The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)

 * I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.
 * February 5, 1934

 * Oh, God, I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love. I swim in the sky; I float; my body is full of flowers, flowers with fingers giving me acute, acute caresses, sparks, jewels, quivers of joy, dizziness, such dizziness. Music inside of one, drunkenness. Only closing the eyes and remembering, and the hunger, the hunger for more, more, the great hunger, the voracious hunger, and thirst.
 * May 30, 1934

 * No one but a woman in love ever sees the maximum of men's greatness.
 * June 18, 1934

 * I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
 * July 7, 1934

 * Love is the axis and breath of my life. The art I produce is a byproduct, an excrescence of love, the song I sing, the joy which must explode, the overabundance — that is all!
 * Oct. 21, 1934

 * 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. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations.
 * The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. 4 (1971); as quoted in Journal of Phenomenological Psychology Vol. 15 (1984)

 * In creation alone there is the possibility of perfection.
 * May 11, 1935, published in Fire : From "A Journal of Love" : the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934-1937 (1995)

 * I miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.
 * June, 1935

 * Everything but happiness is neurosis.
 * Feb. 15, 1936

 * Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.
 * Feb. 15, 1936

 * No desire of the body, but for what lies in there, what lies in the flesh, the world, the thought, the creation, the illumination.
 * March 2, 1936 Fire

 * To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.
 * March 6, 1936  Fire

 * I say quotations are literary. They are good only when dealing with ideas, not with experience. Experience should be pure, unique.
 * June 5, 1936 Fire

 * I have an attitude now that is immovable. I shall remain outside of the world, beyond the temporal, beyond all the organizations of the world. I only believe in poetry.
 * August 22, 1936 Fire

 * Ecstasy is the moment of exaltation from wholeness!
 * September 10, 1936

 * Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.
 * October 18, 1936 Fire

 * 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.
 * March 1937

 * 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.
 * Fall 1943

 * Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It creates the failures. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
 * February 1947 The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. 4 (1944-1947), p. 185

 * Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.
 * February 1954 The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. 5 (1947-1955), as quoted in Woman as Writer (1978) by Jeannette L. Webber and Joan Grumman, p. 38

 * The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements. It is a materialization, an incarnation of his inner world. Then he hopes to attract others into it. He hopes to impose his particular vision and share it with others. And when the second stage is not reached, the brave artist continues nevertheless. The few moments of communion with the world are worth the pain, for it is a world for others, an inheritance for others, a gift to others, in the end. When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others. We also write to heighten our own awareness of life. We write to lure and enchant and console others. We write to serenade our lovers. We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection. 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 others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely. We write as the birds sing, as the primitives dance their rituals. If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it. When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.
 * February 1954 The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5 as quoted in Woman as Writer (1978) by Jeannette L. Webber and Joan Grumman, p. 38

But paradoxically, we create fiction out of human concern for the victims of the revelations. This concern is at the root of literature.
 * One handles truths like dynamite. Literature is one vast hypocrisy, a giant deception, treachery. All writers have concealed more than they revealed.
 * The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5

 * The role of the writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say. Most of the writing today which is called fiction contains such a poverty of language, such triteness, that it is a shrunken, diminished world we enter, poorer and more formless than the poorest cripple deprived of ears and eyes and tongue. The writer's responsibility is to increase, develop our senses, expand our vision, heighten our awareness and enrich our articulateness.
 * The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5, as quoted in Moving to Antarctica : An Anthology of Women's Writing (1975) by Margaret Kaminski

 * I would say that compassion for our parents is the true sign of maturity.
 * The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5

 * At a lecture I am asked to pronounce my name three times. I try to be slow and emphatic, "Anaïs — Anaïs — Anaïs. You just say "Anna" and then add "ees," with the accent on the "ees."
 * Summer 1966, in The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume 7 (1966-1974)

Under a Glass Bell (1944)

 * All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.
 * "The Mohican"

 * I am the one who has felt most deeply the stuttering of the tongue in its relation to thought.
 * "Je suis le plus malade des Surrealistes"

 * I feel a fatigue of the tongue seeking to utter impossible things until it twists itself into a knot and chokes me. I feel a fatigue at this mass of nerves seeking to uphold a world that is falling apart. I feel a fatigue at feeling, at the fervor of my dreams, the fever of my thought, the intensity of my hallucinations. A fatigue at the sufferings of others and my own. I feel my own blood thundering inside of me, I feel the horror of falling into abysms. But you and I would always fall together and I would not be afraid. We would fall into abysms, but you would carry your phosphorescences to the very bottom of the abysms. We could fall together and ascend together, far into space. I was always exhausted by my dreams, not because of the dreams, but because of the fear of not being able to return. I do not need to return. I will find you everywhere. You alone can go wherever I go, into the same mysterious regions. You too know the language of the nerves. You will always know what I am saying even if I do not.
 * "Je suis le plus malade des Surrealistes"

 * I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself.
 * "Je suis le plus malade des Surrealistes"

A Spy in the House of Love (1954)

 * You are like a person who consumes herself in love and giving and does not know the miracles that are born of this.

 * The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.

 * When she did finally fall asleep it was the restless sleep of the night watchman continuously aware of danger and of the treacheries of time seeking to cheat her by permitting clocks to strike the passing hours when she was not awake to grasp their contents.

The Novel of the Future (1969)

 * The dream has to be translated into reality.

 * For the neurotic, the merging of the subconscious and the conscious may be risky, just as it is for the users of drugs. But for the writer who is aware of the way in which this connection exists in reality and nourishes creativity, the sooner he can achieve a synthesis among intellect, emotion, and instinct, the sooner his work will be integrated.

 * Most fiction writers uses dreams decoratively without relating them to daily life, but the contemporary writer is becoming more expert at detecting the influence of one upon the other.

 * The dream, scrutinized by scientists in various experiments, has been found to be an absolute necessity to man.

 * The hallucinatory drugs only reveal the world of images we contain but do not teach us interpretation, illumination, or enlightenment.

 * By shutting out the outside world, drugs place one not only in confrontation with the dreaming self, but also ones nightmares.

 * Passivity, like the passivity of India induced by religion, is destructive both to human life and to art.

 * I think that natural truths will cease to be spat at us like insults, that aesthetics will once more be linked with ethics, and that people will become aware that in casting out aesthetics that they also cast out a respect for human life, a respect for creation, a respect for spiritual values. Aesthetics was an expression of man's need to be in love with his world. The cult of ugliness is a regression. It destroys our appetite, our love for our world.

 * It was a misunderstanding to stress the dream like quality of the novels. What I meant to stress was the interrelation between dream and life, between dream and action.

 * Neurosis was caused by our attempt to separate physical and metaphysical levels, to set them up in opposition to each other, thus engaging in an internecine war. If it is true that we do live on several levels simultaneously- drama and action, past and present, personal and collective- we are given ways to unify them: one by religion, the other by art. Separating such levels is only necessary when they conflict, and separation is a result of conflict. Seeing how these levels can work together in harmony is the task of our contemporary writers.

We are born with the power to alter what we are given at birth. When the Japanese paint flowers or the sea on a kimono they mean to establish a link with nature. But they select only what is beautiful in nature to maintain their love of life. '''The creative personality never remains fixed on the first world it discovers. It never resigns itself to anything.''' That is the deepest meaning of rebellion, not the wearing of different clothes, haircuts, or the adopting of other cultures.
 * Because so many of our writers were born in ugly environments, in monstrous poverty and humilitation, they continue to assert that this is the natural environment, reality, and that beauty is artifice. Why should the natural state be ugliness? Natural to whom? We may be born in ugliness, but the natural consequences should be a thirst for its opposite. To mistake ugliness for reality is one of the frauds of the realistic school. A hunger for the unknown, and an aspiration towards beauty were inseparable from civilization. In America the word art was distorted to mean artificial.

 * The necessity for fiction was probably born of the problem of taboo on certain revelations. It was not only a need of the imagination but an answer to the limitations placed on portrayal of others.

 * The unconscious can become destructive if it is disregarded and thwarted.

 * We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream.

Disputed

 * We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are.
 * The Seduction of the Minotaur (1961); the documentation of the conflicting citations available on this page (HNet) seems very thorough, and in the end attributes the quote to this novel, which includes the line:
 * Lillian was reminded of the talmudic words: "We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are."
 * With Nin's description of the statement as "Talmudic" it afterwards began to be attributed to the Jewish Talmud, without any cited version or passage.
 * Similar statements appear in You Can Negotiate Anything (1982) by Herb Cohen: "You and I do not see things as they are. We see things as we are"; and in Awareness (1992) by Anthony de Mello: "We see people and things not as they are, but as we are".
 * Another similar statement without cited source is also attributed to Nin: We see the world as "we" are, not as "it" is; because it is the "I" behind the "eye" that does the seeing.

 * The day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
 * Frequently attributed to Nin, but without cited source in her work, possibly due to a quotation in Living on Purpose: Straight Answers to Universal Questions (2000) by Dan Millman, which attributed the statement to Nin without a cited source.
 * In March 2013, a former Director of Public Relations at John F. Kennedy University in Orinda, Elizabeth Appell, claimed she had authored the quote in 1979 for an inspirational header on a class schedule.

 * Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.
 * As quoted in Why Men Fall Out of Love : The Secrets They Don't Tell (2005) by Michael French, p. 142
 * This quote is frequently attributed to Nin, but is not found in any of her published work.

Quotes about Anaïs Nin

 * God, is she an inspiration for me. I really found those books a guide to life, and life as a writer. It was wonderful what she said about creating your life, that your life has to be creative, and your writing has to be creative... She paid a price as a writer, having to hide part of the diary during her lifetime.
 * 1986 interview in Conversations with Maxine Hong Kingston (1998)

 * I read there are writers who give you life whether or not they write well, it's very odd. I feel that way about Anaïs Nin, who sometimes I don't think writes well.
 * 1986 interview in Conversations with Maxine Hong Kingston (1998)

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Yitzhak Rabin (1 March 1922 – 4 November 1995) was an Israeli general, statesman and prime minister, who won the 1994 Nobel Peace Prize (together with Shimon Peres and Yasser Arafat). He was the fifth Prime Minister of Israel, serving two terms in office, 1974–77 and 1992 until his assassination in 1995, by a right-wing Israeli radical opposed to Rabin's signing of the Oslo Accords.

Quotes

 * We did not think that Nasser wanted war. The two divisions he sent to Sinai on May 14 would not have been sufficient to launch an offensive against Israel. He knew it and we knew it.
 * As quoted in Le Monde (28 February 1968), when he was Chief of General Staff for Israel

 * I would like Gaza to sink into the sea, but that won’t happen, and a solution must be found.
 * To a delegation from the Washington Institute for Near East Policy, Jerusalem, September 1992.

We have no desire for revenge. We harbor no hatred towards you. We, like you, are people who want to build a home, to plant a tree, to love, live side by side with you in dignity, in empathy, as human beings, as free men. We are today giving peace a chance and again saying to you in a clear voice: Enough.'''
 * We are destined to live together, on the same soil in the same land. We, the soldiers who have returned from battle stained with blood, we who have seen our relatives and friends killed before our eyes, we who have attended their funerals and cannot look into the eyes of their parents, we who have come from a land where parents bury their children, we who have fought against you, the Palestinians. '''We say to you today in a loud and clear voice: Enough of blood and tears. Enough.
 * Excerpts of PM Rabin Knesset Speech (21 September 1993)

 * One does not make peace with one's friends. One makes peace with one's enemy.

 * On the road to peace, December 1993

 * You are not part of the community of Israel... You are not part of the national democratic camp which we all belong to in this house, and many of the people despise you. You are not partners in the Zionist enterprise. You are a foreign implant. You are an errant weed. Sensible Judaism spits you out. You placed yourself outside the wall of Jewish law... We say to this horrible man (Baruch Goldstein) and those like him: you are a shame on Zionism and an embarrassment to Judaism.
 * (1st March 1994)

 * I, serial number 30743, Lieutenant General in reserves Yitzhak Rabin, a soldier in the Israeli Defense Forces and in the army of peace, I, who have sent armies into fire and soldiers to their death, say today: We sail onto a war which has no casualties, no wounded, no blood nor suffering. It is the only war which is a pleasure to participate in — the war for peace.
 * Speech to the US Congress (26 July 1994)

 * Military cemeteries in every corner of the world are silent testimony to the failure of national leaders to sanctify human life.
 * Almost all the regimes which did not place Man and the sanctity of Life at the heart of their world view, all those regimes have collapsed and are no more. You can see it for yourselves in our own day.
 * 1994 Nobel Peace Prize lecture (10 December 1994)

 * Here we stand before you, men who fate and history have sent on a mission of peace to end once and for all 100 years of bloodshed. Our dream is also your dream -- King Hussein, President Mubarak, Chairman Arafat, all the others, and, above [all], assisting us, President Bill Clinton -- a President who is working in the service of peace. We all love the same children, weep the same tears, hate the same enmity, and pray for reconciliation. Peace has no borders.... My brother Jews speak through the media to you [of] thousands of years of exile. And the dream of generations have returned us to our historic home in the land of Israel -- the land of the Prophets. Etched on every vineyard, every field, every olive tree, every flower is the deep imprint of the Jewish history; of the Book of the books that we have bequeathed to the entire world; of the values of morality and of justice. Every place in the land of the Prophets, every name is an integral part of our heritage of thousands of years of the divine promise to us and to our descendants. Here, is where we were born. Here, is where we created a nation. Here, we forged a haven for the persecuted and built a model of a democratic country. But we are not alone here on this soil, in this land. And so we are sharing this good earth today with the Palestinian people in order to choose life. Starting today, an agreement on paper will be translated into reality on the ground. We are not retreating. We are not leaving. We are building -- and we are doing so for the sake of peace. Our neighbors, the Palestinian people, we who have seen you in your difficulties, we saw you for generations; we who have killed and have been killed are walking beside you now toward a common future, and we want you as a good neighbors. Address at Israeli-Palestinian Interim Agreement Signing Ceremony, Washington DC (28 September 1995)

 * We view the permanent solution in the framework of State of Israel which will include most of the area of the Land of Israel as it was under the rule of the British Mandate, and alongside it a Palestinian entity which will be a home to most of the Palestinian residents living in the Gaza Strip and the West Bank. We would like this to be an entity which is less than a state, and which will independently run the lives of the Palestinians under its authority. The borders of the State of Israel, during the permanent solution, will be beyond the lines which existed before the Six Day War. We will not return to the 4 June 1967 lines.
 * Ratification of the Israel–Palestinian Interim Agreement Speech in the Knesset (5 October 1995)

 * I want to remind you: we committed ourselves, that is, we came to an agreement, and committed ourselves before the Knesset, not to uproot a single settlement in the framework of the interim agreement, and not to hinder building for natural growth.
 * Ratification of the Israel–Palestinian Interim Agreement Speech in the Knesset (5 October 1995)

Quotes about Yitzhak Rabin

 * Mr. Rabin, in a precarious political situation at home, seemed unable to put a full stop to all construction in the territories, at least until final borders could be demarcated.
 * Shulamith Hareven Preface, The Vocabulary of Peace: Life, Culture, and Politics in the Middle East (1995)

title: Yitzhak Rabin


text:
Andrew Marvell

Andrew Marvell (March 31, 1621 – August 16, 1678) was an English metaphysical poet, and the son of an Anglican clergyman. As a metaphysical, he is associated with John Donne and George Herbert. He was the first assistant of John Milton.

Quotes

 * Popery is such a thing as cannot, but for want of a word to express it, be called a religion; nor is it to be mentioned with that civility which is otherwise decent to be used in speaking about the differences of human opinion about divine matters...There has now for divers years a design been carried on, to change the lawful government of England into an absolute tyranny, and to convert the established Protestant religion into downright Popery...If under his present Majesty we have as yet seen no more visible effects of the same spirit than the firing of London...it is not to be attributed to the good nature or better principles of that sect, but to the wisdom of his Holiness, who observes that we are not of late so dangerous Protestants as to deserve any special mark of his indignation, but that we may be made better use of to the wrecking of those that are of our religion, and that if he do not disturb us, there are those amongst ourselves that are leading us into a fair way of reconciliation with him.
 * An Account of the Growth of Popery and Arbitrary Government in England [1677] (reprinted in State Tracts: Volume I (1692), pp. 69 ff.).

 * Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.
 * The Picture of Little T.C. in a Prospect of Flowers.

She with her voice might captivate my mind.
 * She with her eyes my heart does bind,
 * The Fair Singer.

Whose subtle art invisibly can wreath My fetters of the very air I breath?'''
 * '''How should I avoid to be her slave,
 * The Fair Singer.

Depopulating all the Ground, And, with his whistling Sythe, does cut Each stroke between the Earth and Root, The edged Stele by careless chance Did into his own Ankle glance; And there among the Grass fell down, by his own Sythe, the Mower mown.
 * While thus he threw his Elbow round,
 * Damon The Mower.

 * Art indeed is long, but life is short.
 * Upon the Death of Lord Hastings (1649), last line
 * Variant: "Art is long, and time is fleeting." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life (1839).

That can so well obey ("Horatian Ode," 83-84),
 * How fit is he to sway
 * An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland (1650), lines 83-84; on political authority.

The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.
 * The world in all doth but two nations bear —
 * The Loyal Scot (1650-1652).

Their bodies measure out their place.
 * No creature loves an empty space;
 * Upon Appleton House, to My Lord Fairfax.

Invent a shovel, and be a magistrate.
 * To make a bank was a great plot of state;
 * The Character of Holland (c. 1653).

Fell to the Dutch by Just Propriety.
 * This indigested vomit of the Sea,
 * The Character of Holland (c. 1653).

Upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland (1650)

 * ...the inglorious arts of peace...

Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try.
 * He nothing common did or mean

Down as upon a bed.
 * But bowed his comely head

That does both act and know.
 * So much one man can do,

To His Coy Mistress (1650-1652)
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.''' We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day.
 * '''Had we but world enough, and time,

Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires and more slow.
 * I would

And the last age should show your heart.
 * An age at least to every part,

Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.'''
 * '''But at my back I always hear

Nor, in thy marble vault shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.
 * Thy beauty shall no more be found;

Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
 * Now therefore while the youthful hue

Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.'''
 * '''Let us roll all our strength and all

The Garden (1650-1652)

 * In busy companies of men.

To this delicious solitude.
 * Society is all but rude,

Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
 * What wondrous life in this I lead!

Withdraws into its happiness; '''The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.'''
 * Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less

My soul into the boughs does glide.
 * Casting the body's vest aside,

The Definition of Love (1650-1652)
As 'tis for object strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.
 * My love is of a birth as rare
 * Stanza 1.

 * Love's whole world on us doth wheel.

Themselves in every angle greet; But ours so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.
 * As lines, so loves oblique may well
 * Stanza 7.

But Fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.
 * Therefore the love which us doth bind,

Bermudas (1657)
In th' ocean's bosom unespied.
 * Where the remote Bermudas ride,

Like golden lamps in a green light.
 * Orange bright,

With falling oars they kept the time.
 * And all the way, to guide their chime,

The Mover to the Glow-worms
The nightingale does sit so late And studying all the summer night Her matchless songs does meditate; Ye country comets, that portend No war, nor prince's funeral, Shining unto no higher end Than to presage the grasses's fall; Ye glow-worms whose officious flame To wandering mowers shows the way, That in the night have lost their aim And after foolish fires do stray; Your courteous lights in vain you waste, Since juliana here is come, For she my mind hath so displaced That I shall never find my home.
 * Ye living lamps, by whose dear light

title: Andrew Marvell