“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically,
musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as 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.”
“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 up of layers, cells, constellations.”
-- Anais Nin
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