ordinary life does not interest me. i seek only the high moments. i am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous. i want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; i want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension.
for indeed my life is a perpetual question mark - my thirst for books, my observations of people, all tend to satisfy a great, overwhelming desire to know, to understand, to find an answer to a million questions. and gradually the answers are revealed, many things are explained, and above all, many things are given names and described, and my restlessness is subdued. then i become an exclamatory person, clapping my hands to the immense surprises the world holds for me, and falling from one ecstasy into another. i have the habit of peeping and prying and listening and seeking - passionate curiosity and expectation. but i have also the habit of being surprised, the habit of being filled with wonder and satisfaction each time i stumble on some wondrous thing. the first habit could make me a philosopher or a cynic or perhaps a humorist. but the other habit destroys all the delicate foundations, and i find each day that i am still...
only a woman.
- anais nin
it's been a week since my birthday and anais nin's writings have been stirring in my soul.