It's our very capacity for self-consciousness that makes us self-destructive!
If it weren't for the unconventionality of my desires, my mind might never have been forced to reckon with my body.
Psychoanalytic insight, Miller seems to suggest, is itself a pathological symptom.
On our second date, she kissed me in a bar. I invited her home. We just caught the F train, which seemed like a good omen.
