I identify myself in language, but only by losing myself in it like an object. What is realised in my history is not the past definite of what was, since it is no more, or even the present perfect of what has been in what I am, but the future anterior of what I shall have been for what I am in the process of becoming.

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

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 sentence completes its signification only with its last term.

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

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

As is known, it is in the realm of experience inaugurated by psychoanalysis that we may grasp along what imaginary lines the human organism, in the most intimate recesses of its being, manifests its capture in a symbolic dimension.