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.

All sorts of things in this world behave like mirrors.

If psychoanalysis clarifies some facts of sexuality, it is not by aiming at them in their own reality, not in biological experience.

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

The reason we go to poetry is not for wisdom, but for the dismantling of wisdom

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.

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