“Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.”
Anaïs Nin’s reflection on why one writes offers a deeply personal yet universal insight into the creative impulse. She frames writing as an act of necessity—a way to construct a personal refuge and identity amid the external chaos of the world.
Nin begins by acknowledging the common human quest to understand one’s motivations ("Why one writes is a question I can answer easily"), suggesting that this question is fundamental and frequently revisited by writers themselves. Her answer emphasizes the need to build a self-sustaining world, revealing writing as an act of survival and self-preservation.
The phrase "a world in which one can live" highlights that existing realities—whether shaped by family, war, or politics—may feel restrictive or alienating. By "creating a world of my own," Nin implies that writing allows for the imagination and expression of environments where the writer can "breathe, reign, and recreate" themselves. This underscores the transformative and regenerative power of art.
Furthermore, by extending this reasoning to "every work of art," Nin universalizes writing’s purpose beyond personal necessity to include all artistic creation—art as a space where individuals can find refuge, freedom, and renewal.
In essence, Nin presents writing not merely as communication, but as an essential act of world-building and identity formation, driven by the desire to overcome external limitations and foster a sustainable inner life.
“I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live.”
“I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.”
“I would like to have your sureness. I am waiting for love, the core of a woman's life."Don't wait for it," I said. "Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me.”
“Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s. ”
“We write to heighten our own awareness of life. We write to lure and enchant and console others. We write to serenade our lovers. We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal. We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely...When I don’t write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.”
“I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.”