Tribute to Anaïs Nin

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. 
We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present.
We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

- Anaïs Nin -

February 21, 1903 - January 14, 1977

Anais Nin

Anais Nin

The Official Anais Nin Blog 



A compilation of photos of the author throughout various stages of her life. 
The reading was recorded "Anaïs Nin Reads," in which Nin recounts conversations with Henry Miller and Lawrence Durrell.