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.

Psychoanalysis is a terribly efficient instrument, and because it is more and more a prestigious instrument, we run the risk of using it with a purpose for which it was not made for, and in this way we may degrade it.

All sorts of things in this world behave like mirrors.

Obsessional does not necessarily mean sexual obsession, not even obsession for this, or for that in particular; to be an obsessional means to find oneself caught in a mechanism, in a trap increasingly demanding and endless.

The unconscious is structured like a language.

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

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