We Emphasize That Such A Form Of

The Reason We Go To Poetry Is Not For Wisdom, But For The Dismantling Of Wisdom

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 Unconscious Is The Discourse Of The Other.

For The Signifier Is A Unit In Its Very Uniqueness, Being By Nature Symbol Only Of An Absence.

Obsessional Does Not Necessarily Mean Sexual Obsession, Not Even Obsession For This, Or For That In Particular; To Be An Obsessional Means To Find Oneself Caught In A Mechanism, In A Trap Increasingly Demanding And Endless.