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"Henry and June" is based on her first diary Vol. 1 (1931-1934). The book and the movie are based on this diary...I suggest you read it if you haven't. There you'll find the quote "and then he flooded me again."

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In Henry and June she once uses a phrase like "and then he flooded me again". Unfortunately I can't find the exact spot anymore. Can anyone help?

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In Henry and June she once uses a phrase like "and then he flooded me again". Unfortunately I can't find the exact spot anymore. Can anyone help?

Evening, followers!

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Limited-edition Anaïs Nin poster. Letterpress.

https://www.etsy.com/listing/104303814/anais-nin-quote-letterpress-poster-12.

Anais Nin's quote from her classic novel 'Seduction of the Minotaur' has been carefully handset in Garamond metal type and printed on a luxurious handmade cotton paper. This is a strictly limited print, with only 3 posters (12x12") available.

{Thank you}

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Re: Submissions

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Quote from ‘Cities of the interior’ by Anaïs Nin

And she sowed on buttons for him, she was sowing not only buttons but also sowing together the sparse disconnected fragments of his ideas, of his inventions, of his unfinished dreams, she was wearing and sowing and mending because he carried himself no thread of connections, no knowledge of mending, no thread of continuity or repair. If he allowed a word to pass that was poisoned like the primitive arrow, he never sought the counter poison, he never measured its fatal consequences. She was sowing on a button and the broken pieces of his waywardness, sowing a button and his words too loosely strung, sowing their days together to make the tapestry, their words together, their moods together which she dispersed and tore. 

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Anaïs Nin in Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome (1954, Kenneth Anger)

A masquerade party for which guests were encouraged to “Come as your madness,” inspired one of the guests—avant-garde filmmaker Kenneth Anger—to create Inauguration of the Pleasuredome (now considered a key work in experimental film) in which famed diarist Nin and other notable figures appeared. One of the most iconic scenes is an abstraction of the costume Nin wore at the party, which she describes below.

I wore a skin-colored leotard, leopard-fur earrings glued to my breasts, and a leopard-fur belt around my waist. Gil Henderson painted on my bare back a vivid jungle scene. I wore eyelashes two inches long. My hair was dusted with gold powder. My head was inside of a birdcage. From within the cage, through the open gate, I pulled out an endless roll of paper on which I had written lines from my books. The ticker tape of the unconscious. I unwound this and handed everyone a strip with a message. (Diary 5 133) (Read more and see the original costume.)

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can you please edit the anais nin quote to "Lady Chatterley, for instance" instead of "Lady Chatterley, or instance." typos on such awesome quotes really bother me! thank you!

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You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book (Lady Chatterley, for instance), or you take a trip, or you talk with Richard, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. 

--Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1, pg. 7 (Submitted by ironicheroine)

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She is bizarre, fantastic, nervous, like someone in a high fever. Her beauty drowned me. As I sat before her, I felt I would do anything she asked of me. Henry suddenly faded. She was color and brilliance and strangeness. By the end of the evening I had extricated myself from her power. She killed my admiration by her talk. Her talk. The enormous ego, false, weak, posturing. She lacks the courage of her personality, which is sensual, heavy with experience. Her role alone preoccupies her. She invents dramas in which she always stars. I am sure she creates genuine dramas, genuine chaos and whirlpools of feelings, but I feel that her share in it is a pose. That night, in spite of my response to her, she sought to be whatever she felt I wanted her to be. She is an actress every moment. I cannot grasp the core of June. Everything Henry has said about her is true.I wanted to run out and kiss her fantastic beauty and say: “June, you have killed my sincerity too. I will never know again who I am, what I am, what I love, what I want. Your beauty has drowned me, the core of me. You carry away with you a part of me reflected in you. When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You are the woman I want to be. I see in you that part of me which is you. I feel compassion for your childlike pride, for your trembling unsureness, your dramatization of events, your enhancing of the loves given to you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses.

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Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry.

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And then suddenly she could no longer laugh: caricature was a form of hatred.

Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love (via otherpaths)

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Above all he possessed a most elaborate encyclopedia of women’s flaws. In this gallery he had most carefully avoided Joan of Arc and other women heroines, Madame Curie and other women of science, the Florence Nightingales, the Amelia Earharts, the women surgeons, the therapists, the artists, the collaborative wives. His wax figures of women were an endless concentrate of puerilities and treacheries.

Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love (via otherpaths)