"Adolescence is like cactus."
"But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted."
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Source: The Novel of the Future. Book by Anais Nin, 1969.
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