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.

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

What I have always wanted for myself is much more primitive. It is probably nothing more than the affection of the people with whom I am in contact, and their good opinion of me.

You never know if they like you for who you are or what you are. Would he love me or the money?

We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.

I like that my dad makes it clear he's there to make you laugh, not to showcase his emotional range.