« At some point in her therapy, Linda, 42, fell in love with a man older than herself, intelligent and sensitive, but who, eroticism aside, automatically closed to anything he could not grasp intellectually. It was precisely to this man that she wrote long letters, trying to explain to her how far she had come in therapy. She managed to ignore all the signs of her reluctance and redoubled her efforts, until she had to admit that she had again found a substitute for her father, and, as a result, was unable to give up hope of finally being understood. She was overwhelmed with terrible feelings of shame, which ronged her for quite a long time. She once said, "I find myself as ridiculous as if I had spoken to a wall and waited for him to answer me. Like a stupid child." I asked him, "Would you go back to the sight of a child who has to put his sentence in a wall because he has no one else?" The desperate sobs that my question brought to my patient opened up access to part of her true past, which had been marked by infinite loneliness. »

« I believe that in order to be able to love, we must have the right to be who we are: without loopholes, without masks, without façade. »

« This book deals mainly with the conflict between what we feel and know, since it remains recorded in our bodies, and what we would like to feel to conform to the moral norms etched in us from an early age. »