I am there where it is spoken that the universe is a defect in the purity of non-being..

But what Freud showed us… was that nothing can be grasped, destroyed, or burnt, except in a symbolic way, as one says, in effigie, in absentia..

Obsessional does not necessarily mean sexual obsession, not even obsession for this, or for that in particular; to be an obsessional means to find on….

The best image to sum up the unconscious is Baltimore in the early morning..

The I is always in the field of the Other..

The sentence completes its signification only with its last term..

Since Freud, the center of man is not where we thought it was; one has to go on from there..

We emphasize that such a form of communication is not absent in man, however evanescent a naturally given object may be for him, split as it is in it….

What could be more convincing, moreover, than the gesture of laying one's cards face up on the table?.

In other words, the man who is born into existence deals first with language; this is a given. He is even caught in it before his birth..

The narration, in fact, doubles the drama with a commentary without which no mise en scene would be possible..

Aside from that reservation, a fictive tale even has the advantage of manifesting symbolic necessity more purely to the extent that we may believe it….

I always speak the truth. Not the whole truth, because there's no way, to say it all. Saying it all is literally impossible: words fail. Yet it's thr….

The Mirror Stage as formative in the function of the I as revealed in psychoanalytic experience..

For the signifier is a unit in its very uniqueness, being by nature symbol only of an absence..

Love means giving something you don't have to someone who doesn't want it..

...Desire, a function central to all human experience, is the desire for nothing nameable. And at the same time this desire lies at the origin of eve….

The evil eye is the fascinum, it is that which has the effect of arresting movement and, literally, of killing life. At the moment the subject stops,….

I identify myself in language, but only by losing myself in it like an object. What is realised in my history is not the past definite of what was, s….

Writings scatter to the winds blank checks in an insane charge. And were they not such flying leaves, there would be no purloined letters..

The only thing of which one can be guilty is of having given ground relative to one's desire..