I feel so many things growing—my individuality, my confidence; I feel lines of my character growing stronger. I'm really sprouting, springing up, with mixed feelings of tenderness and bitterness, faith and disillusion, hardness and softness. I have never felt so clearly what my self is obscurely and stubbornly self-made.
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 24 May 1930, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. IV: 1927-1931















