She would say something and then beg forgiveness for its stupidity. I could not bear her humility. I told her: We have both lost ourselves, but that is when one reveals most of one’s true self. You’ve revealed your incredible sensitivities. I am so moved. You are like me, wishing for such perfect moments, and frightened for fear of spoiling them. Neither one of us was prepared for this, and we had imagined it too long. Let’s be overwhelmed, it is so lovely.
— Anaïs Nin