"Adolescence is like cactus."
"I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness."
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Source: Fire : From A Journal of Love : the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934-1937. Book by Anaïs Nin, 1995.
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