...at random, I absorb a quantity of ideas and impressions which are in constant fermentation. Every moment of dreaming adds color to imaginings. For hours, some days, I sit and ask myself, what do I want to write, what am I fit to write?
The pure novel does not seem free enough. I have a feverish desire to invent a form for myself, to follow my inclinations, my impulses, to give free play to the queerness within me. For I repress my queerness. There is a fund of respectability in me, a sort of puritan literary conscience which looks suspiciously on the dancing flames."
The Early Diary of Anais Nin, Volume Three (1923-1927), hardcover, p.143
