"I love her extravagances, her humility, her fear of disillusion. Her talk is like my secret writing. At times incoherent, at times abstract, at times blind. Let incoherent be, then. With her, I feel timeless."
"I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my ‘idea of them’."
Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin. (via roadmovies)