If the unconscious must express itself it will do so through the work that you do consciously or subconsciously, with words, with what you have to say.

The curse which lies upon marriage is that too often the individuals are joined in their weakness rather than in their strength -each asking from the other instead of finding pleasure in giving. It is even more deceptive to dream of gaining through the child a plenitude, a warmth, a value, which one is unable to create for oneself; the child brings joy only to the woman who is capable of disinterestedly desiring the happiness of another, to one who without being wrapped up in self seeks to transcend her own existence.

Françoise could not help taking a surreptitious glance at Xavière: she gave a start of amazement. Xavière was no longer watching, her head was lowered. Françoise barely suppressed a scream. The girl was pressing the lighted end against her skin, a bitter smile curling her lips. It was an intimate, solitary smile, like that of a half-wit; the voluptuous, tortured smile of a woman possessed of some secret pleasure.

She was trying to get rid of a religious hangover.

Habit has a kind of poetry.

He formed his sentences hesitantly and then threw them at me with such force that I felt as if I were receiving a present each time

I think that Freud understood absolutely nothing about women - as he himself said.