Anaïs Nin on inspiration

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it, we go nowhere.

Carl Sagan1934–1996Cosmos (1980), p. 4

Keep your fears to yourself, but share your inspiration with others.

Robert Louis Stevenson1850–1894

• Fear

Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working.

Pablo Picasso1881–1973

• Work