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

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.

I think where I am not, therefore I am where I do not think. I am not whenever I am the plaything of my thought; I think of what I am where I do not think to think.

The I is always in the field of the Other.

The Mirror Stage as formative in the function of the I as revealed in psychoanalytic experience.

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

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.