We are all mediators, translators.

Everything is arranged so that it be this way, this is what is called culture.

Certain readers resented me when they could no longer recognize their territory, their institution.

If things were simple, word would have gotten around.

Such a caring for death, an awakening that keeps vigil over death, a conscience that looks death in the face, is another name for freedom.

If this work seems so threatening, this is because it isn't simply eccentric or strange, but competent, rigorously argued, and carrying conviction.

Psychoanalysis has taught that the dead – a dead parent, for example – can be more alive for us, more powerful, more scary, than the living. It is the question of ghosts.