Anaïs Nin
- Remember
In the world of the dreamer there was solitude. All the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. It took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety. In a sense, the insuperable effort made to match the dream. And with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. Then in solitude, the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.
