“I might have been a faithful wife (…) but my temperament belongs to the writer, not to the woman.
(…) Subtract the overintensity, the sizzling ideas, and you get a woman who loves perfection. And faithfulness is one of the perfections.
It seems stupid and unintelligent to me now because I have bigger plans in mind. Perfection is static, and I am in full progress.
The faithful wife is only one phase, one moment, one condition.”
(Anaïs Nin. Henry and June)