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Woe to you, my Princess, when I come. I will kiss you quite red and feed you till you are plump. And if you are froward, you shall see who is the stronger, a gentle little girl who doesn't eat enough, or a big wild man who has cocaine in his body. -- A love letter from Freud to his fiancée.
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The essence of analysis is surprise. When people are themselves surprised by what they say, that's when they are really making some progress.
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No, our science is no illusion. But an illusion it would be to suppose that what science cannot give us we can get elsewhere.
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What is common in all these dreams is obvious. They completely satisfy wishes excited during the day which remain unrealized. They are simply and undisguisedly realizations of wishes.
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None believes in his own death. In the unconscious everyone is convinced of his own immortality.