“I hate and have always hated the word therapist. I detest the idea that my work, if it is work at all, is therapeutic work, that I am a member of what some of my colleagues call— without irony— the… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share
“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. I would assail the forces marshaled to enslave these passions, the tyrannies imposed in the name of factitious moralities, the sadistic compulsions disguised as highest law. I would be, in my silent, expensive way, the apostle… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share
“What was she asking me? That was, I thought, all I needed to know. That was my profession, after all; if one could never know the answers, once could, at least, know the questions. There were so few to know. Among my patients, every quandary and confusion proceeded from one of the few, the elemental questions: What can I change… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share
“I hate and have always hated the word therapist. I detest the idea that my work, if it is work at all, is therapeutic work, that I am a member of what some of my colleagues call— without irony— the helping professions. My pride has sought always to refresh itself in the bracing chill of Freud’s most merciless formulations, his… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share
“...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 glass or air, she was transparent to the dark. She said that’s what heroin did, it brought her down to… — DeSales Harrison Copy Share
“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
