To verify images kills them, and it is always more enriching to imagine than to experience.

What action could bodies and substances have if they were not named in a further increase of dignity where common nouns become proper nouns?

Of course, thanks to the house, a great many of our memories are housed, and if the house is a bit elaborate, if it has a cellar and a garret, nooks and corridors, our memories have refuges that are all the more clearly delineated. All our lives we come back to them in our daydreams. A psychoanalyst should, therefore, turn his attention to this simple localization of our memories. I should like to give the name of topoanalysis to this auxiliary of pyschoanalysis. Topoanalysis, then would be the systematic psychological study of the sites of our intimate lives.

One must always maintain one's connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. To remain in touch with the past requires a love of memory. To remain in touch with the past requires a constant imaginative effort.

Love is never finished expressing itself, and it expresses itself better the more poetically it is dreamed.

A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language.

We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection