But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough, not savage enought. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted.
Source:(March 1932) Henry and June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1986)