“I feel very small. I don't understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”
Anaïs Nin, from nearer the moon: the previously unpublished unexpurgated diary,1937-1939
“I have died for the smallest things. Nothing washes off”
Angela Jackson, from "The Love of Travelers," And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New
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— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947.
“she’s got legs for days” pfffft not impressive. i;ve had mine for years