The Animal (n.) is that which humans are not strong enough to keep themselves separate from.
The Animal (n.) cannot be murdered, and so it does not die — in Levinas as in Heidegger.
The Animal (n.) became, in Descartes, an automaton of flesh and blood — because it resembles automatons that resemble humans.
The Animal (n.) is taken by whatever it relates to: it never apprehends something as something.
The Animal (n.) is a word — a name men gave themselves the right and authority to give to the living other.
An Animal (n.) cannot form general ideas, and so cannot acquire the perfectibility that depends on them.
The Animal (n.) lets one feel secretly elect: saying "what they call animals" quietly exempts oneself from their world.
The Animal (n.) is not naked precisely because it is naked: never knowing its nudity, it cannot exist in nakedness.
The Animal (n.) is a thing: irrational animals are things over which one may rule and dispose as one pleases.
The Animal (n.) bothers humans less for lacking speech than for withholding a reply — it deprives us of a response.
The Animal (n.) was here before me, so I am after it — and being before me, it is also behind me, surrounding me.
The Animal (n.) can never be an end in itself, nor can the animal in man — only a means, the sensible order that must always be sacrificed.
Animal (n.) can be made to suffer, yet we never say it has been wronged: no one murders, robs, or perjures against it.
The Animal (n.) is imagined in incompatible terms: absolute innocence before good and evil, and absolute evil, cruelty, murderous savagery.
The Animal (n.) has, for Levinas, neither face nor even skin — as if I could no more be looked at by a cat than by a blind protozoon.
The Animal (n.) in the general singular corrals the lizard and the dog, the protozoon and the dolphin, the ant and the silkworm, as if one fence could hold them.
The Animal (n.) has never been denied the power to trace itself; what is refused it is turning those traces into words — and erasing them.
The Animal (n.) might be playing with us: when I play with my cat, who knows whether I am not her pastime more than she is mine?
The Animal (n.) of the philosophers has a sexuality left undifferentiated as a matter of principle — neutralized, not to say castrated.
Animal (n.) is a general singular dogmatically said to lack language, culture, mourning, even the incest taboo; none of those borders survives rational deconstruction.