“Very startling—pixie-like, otherworldly—small, finely-built, dark hair—large eyes—her speech is overprecise—she shines and polishes each syllable with the very tip of her tongue—one feels that if one were to touch her, she would crumble into silver dust.”
— Susan Sontag, describing Anaïs Nin in As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980














