Interpretation (n.) is an utterance without a statement — or a statement with the utterance held in reserve.
Interpretation (n.) detached from the signifier becomes a kind of phlogiston — found everywhere, feeding the flame of the imaginary.
Interpretation (n.) that answers the patient's demand — whether to frustrate it or gratify it — slides analysis back into suggestion.
Interpretation (n.) deciphers rather than decodes: a cryptogram takes on its full dimension only in a lost language.
Interpretation (n.) whose effects are understood is not a psychoanalytic interpretation.
Interpretation (n.) in psychosis is certainty of meaning without content — kin to hallucination, but not the same.
Interpretation (n.) in the analyst's mouth is not a ready-made opinion handed over but an oracle designed to set the analysand to work.
Interpretation (n.) works between two half-saids: the enigma, gathered from the analysand's own threads, and the citation, his own words handed back.
Interpretation (n.) is not tested by a yes-or-no truth; it unleashes truth, and is true only insofar as it is truly followed.
Interpretation (n.) can be brutal in Melanie Klein's hands — "You are the little train, you want to fuck your mother" — and still, something happens.
Interpretation (n.) is the analyst's freest act: his own oracle, sole master of his ship after God, free in timing, frequency and choice.
Interpretation (n.) can be factually wrong and still work, if it hits the dialectic: Freud got the Rat Man's facts wrong and freed him anyway.
Interpretation (n.) sends the subject his own message back in inverted form: to his "I am deceiving you" the analyst replies, "you are telling the truth."
Interpretation (n.) introduces into the synchrony of signifiers something that suddenly makes translation of the unconscious's repetitions possible.
Interpretation (n.) as Freud practised it on Schreber owes nothing to intuition: it is a linguist's genius, seeing one sign recur and assuming it must mean something.
Interpretation (n.) is not a pat on the shoulder — 'you had a bad daddy, things will work out'; one has to know what one is saying.
Interpretation (n.) is nothing but the unconscious itself. It is the discrepancy between the wanting-to-say-of-mine and the wanting-to-say-of-the-signifier.
Interpretation (n.) is received as coming from whoever the transference imputes the analyst to be — and unless he interprets that very effect, analysis is crude suggestion.
Interpretation (n.) brings into being what it names: had Freud revealed to Dora that she loved Frau K., she would then actually have been in love with her.
Interpretation (n.) matters not for its signification but so the subject can see, beyond it, to what irreducible, traumatic non-meaning he is subjected.