ANAÏS NIN
Little Birds

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With her eyes alone she could give this response, this absolutely erotic response, as if febrile waves were trembling there, pools of madness. Something devouring that could lick a man all over like a flame, annihilate him, with a pleasure never known before.

ANAÏS NIN
Little Birds

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He was whispering over and over again the same phrase, “You have the body of an angel. It is impossible that such a body should have a sex. You have the body of an angel.” 

The anger swept over Fay like a fever, an anger at his moving his penis away from her hand. She sat up, her hair wild about her shoulders, and said, “I am not an angel, Albert. I am a woman. I want you to love me as a woman.

ANAÏS NIN
Little Birds

There are women’s voices that sound like poetic, unearthly echoes. Then they change. The eyes change. I believe that all these legends about people changing into animals at night – like the stories of the werewolf, for instance – were invented by men who saw women transformed at night – from idealized, worshipful creatures into animals and thought that they were possessed.

ANAÏS NIN

Little Birds

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We don't see people as they are. We see people as we are.