/not finding sanity, but concealing madness.

“You are not just thirty years old—you are a thousand years old (,,,) I even like your deceit, your treachery. It seems aristocratic to me.”  ― Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

"Dostoevsky in Siberia! Henry in Dijon! from my fortress up in the place of frozen instincts, where I am not trying to find sanity but the power to conceal my madness, I sent you a telegram.”  ― Anaïs Nin, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

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