"Adolescence is like cactus."
"Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me. I am aware of time passing, of all the world contains that I have not seen, of all the interesting people I have not met."
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Source: Fire : From A Journal of Love : the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934-1937. Book by Anais Nin, 1995.
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