If you could arrange to avoid that routine job-world, you were an intellectual or an artist. Too restless, tremorous, agitated, too mad to sit at a desk eight hours a day, you needed an institution - a higher institution.
You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.
Everybody knows there is no fineness or accuracy of suppression; if you hold down one thing, you hold down the adjoining.
In Los Angeles all the loose objects in the country were collected, as if America had been tilted and everything that wasn't tightly screwed down had slid into Southern California.
Psychoanalysis pretends to investigate the Unconscious. The Unconscious by definition is what you are not conscious of. But the Analysts already know what's in it - they should, because they put it all in beforehand.
A fool can throw a stone in a pond that 100 wise men can not get out.
