The unconscious is structured like a language.

My thesis is that the moral law is articulated with relation to the real as such, to the real insofar as it can be the guarantee of the Thing.

I always speak the truth. Not the whole truth, because there's no way, to say it all. Saying it all is literally impossible: words fail. Yet it's through this very impossibility that the truth holds onto the real.

Since Freud, the center of man is not where we thought it was; one has to go on from there.

In other words, the man who is born into existence deals first with language; this is a given. He is even caught in it before his birth.

Love means giving something you don't have to someone who doesn't want it.

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.