The Unconscious (n.) is a new fact and we have to begin to try to explain the non self-evident fact that there are such things as unconscious thoughts.
The Unconscious (n.) is a structure whose only material is words.
The Unconscious (n.) is just the messy process of thinking. That in us which always thinks, when it thinks, is necessarily barred from consciousness. Thinking is not a conscious activity, it is the very essence of what is unconscious.
The Unconscious (n.) is neither imaginary nor symbolic but 'the real in itself' the impossible real and its production.
The Unconscious (n.) is not necessarily a process of resistance but one repetition.
The Unconscious (n.) is not something that resist, rather it repeats. Resistance is not at all a fundamental or secondary concept in its functioning.
The Unconscious (n.) is nothing other than the messy and clumsy and unnatural activity of thinking with words, words which, by their nature as words, always escape our vigilance and watchfulness.
The Unconscious (n.) is structured as a language.
The Unconscious (n.) is the discourse of the other.
The Unconscious (n.) is the field which offers itself to the conquest of the subject.
The Unconscious (n.) is the insistence through which desire manifests itself. It is the the repetition of the demand working through it.
The Unconscious (n.) doesn't know itself, things we don't know that we know.
The Unconscious (n.) is the knowledge which doesn't know itself.