"I want to stay in this room forever not with man the father but with man the son, carving, painting, dancing dreaming, and always beginning, born anew everyday, never aging, full of faith and impulse, turning and changing to every wind like the mobiles. I do not love those who have ceased to flow, to believe, to feel. Those who can no longer melt, exult, who cannot let themselves be cheated, laugh at loss, those who are bound and frozen."

Anaïs Nin, Children of the Albatross