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

The real is what resists symbolization absolutely.

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

Meaning is produced not only by the relationship between the signifier and the signified but also, crucially, by the position of the signifiers in relation to other signifiers.

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.

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.