"At moments she seems non-human, because she is so unconscious of her acts, unfettered by human considerations or hesitations. She lives as if in a dream, in innumerable impulses and whims, plunging into relationships, destroying unintentionally in her fiery course. She is so busy just being, talking, walking, making love, drinking, that she can achieve nothing else. She refuses to contemplate the meaning of direction in her life. She lives within chaos. So she is just being. Nothing can control her. She is our fantasy let loose upon the world. She does what others do only in their dreams. Mindless, the life of our unconscious without control. There is a fantastic courage in this, to live without laws, without fetters, without thought of consequences. I look with awe on her impulsiveness, her recklessness; She enriches me more than tender devotions of others, the measured loves, the considerate cautiousness of others. I will love her back and enrich her as well."
Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anaïs Nin Volume I 1931-1934 (via violentwavesofemotion)