Papa continually emphasizes how much remains unexplained. With the other psychoanalytic writers, everything is always so known and fixed.

Papa always makes it clear that he would like to know me as much more rational and lucid than the girls and women he gets to know during his analytic hours.

Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?

I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.

If some longing goes unmet, don't be astonished. We call that Life.

I am glad that I do not have any children.

Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training.