All power is in essence power to deny mortality.

Men use one another to assure their personal victory over death.

Once you base your whole life striving on a desperate lie, and try to implement that lie, you instrument your own undoing.

We might say that psychoanalysis revealed to us the complex penalties of denying the truth of man's condition, what we might call the costs of pretending not to be mad.

We are gods with anuses.

People create the reality they need in order to discover themselves

Relationship is thus always slavery of a kind, which leaves a residue of guilt.