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 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, suspending his gesture, he is mortified. This anti-life, anti-movement function of the terminal point is the fascinum, and it is precisely one of the dimensions in which the power of the gaze is exercised directly.

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

What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?

The knowledge that there is a part of the psychic functions that are out of conscious reach, we did not need to wait for Freud to know this!

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

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