The two men who have done the greatest harm to the world are Christ and Columbus. Christ taught us guilt and sacrifice, to live only in the other world, and Columbus discovered America and materialism.
The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 // Anaïs Nin
Writing is self-humiliation and self-betrayal, there’s something indignant about the very act. I write and it is, in a way, as if I am cheating on myself with myself.
// Edna St. Vincent Millay
…I’ve never felt good with the crowd. I never belonged, I still do not belong, but the worst part is I do not even belong with the best ones, the living ones. I seem sliced off forever by some god damn trick, either my imagining or some type of insanity, but even the good ones leave me dangling and I feel like a fool, and I know that I am a fool for I feel what I know…
Screams From The Balcony // Charles Bukowski
I am turning to stone, nothing moves me or interests me any more.
// Virginia Woolf
The people I find irresistible are those in whom the child was not killed.
The qualities of openness, trust, inquisitiveness, tenderness, eagerness, enthusiasm, others undefinable, come from the child in us and are the source of charm.
The laughter and the smile that do not calculate, the spontaneity that is not arrested.
I cannot remember ‘adult’ charm or whether it even exists.
The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966 // Anaïs Nin