“...there was one thing she would think about when she was high, one thing she would feel: that she was transparent, not invisible, but transparent. But this was the thing: she wasn’t see- through, she wasn’t transparent to light like… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share Image
“Before now, it has never occurred to me that someone might pray for me. An odd sensation all the odder because I no longer… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share Image
“As a younger man, I burned with enthusiasm for my work: I was to be a warrior, the champion of reviled or exiled passions.… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share Image
“What was she asking me? That was, I thought, all I needed to know. That was my profession, after all; if one could never… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share Image
“I hate and have always hated the word therapist. I detest the idea that my work, if it is work at all, is therapeutic… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share Image
“...there was one thing she would think about when she was high, one thing she would feel: that she was transparent, not invisible, but… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share Image
“She had come to analysis because she was, as she put it, “ruining her children.” ... “But you are so frustrating,” she said. “I… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share Image
“Do you actually hear confessions in your church, Father, actual spoken confessions? For that matter, does any priest anymore, at least as the movies… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share Image
“Has my profession disfigured my mind, the endless hours of constant attentiveness, my ear for hire and open to all comers, my face painted… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share Image
“What was she asking me? That was, I thought, all I needed to know. That was my profession, after all; if one could never… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share Image
“I would return to my world, to my own city and my work. I would go back to being a doctor, an expensive New… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share Image
