The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress..

I had been struck by the analogy between neurosis and romanticism. Romanticism was truly a parallel to neurosis. It demanded of reality an illusory w….

Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life..

The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation..

Our love lives because I live..

Most artists have retired too absolutely; they grow rusty, inflexible to the flow of currents..

I only regret that everybody wants to deprive me of the journal, which is the only steadfast friend I have, the only one which makes my life bearable….

gold never comes to the dreamers - except in dreams..

When I don't write, I feel my world shrink. I lose my fire, my color..

I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ.

Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as the child survives in him; to this poet she thre….

Anxiety is loves greatest killer..

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished..

Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem..

Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning..

At a lecture I am asked to pronounce my name three times. I try to be slow and emphatic, "Anaïs - Anaïs - Anaïs. You just say "Anna" and then add "ee….

If I fall asleep, it is because I am overloaded. I sleep because one hour with Henry contains five years of my life, and one phrase, one caress answe….

Solitude may rust your words..

There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work..

The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves..

Because history is only an aggregate of personal hostilities, personal prejudices, personal blindness and irrationality, there are times when we have….