John Kennedy Toole Quotes
you can always tell employees of the government by the total vacancy which occupies the space where most other people have faces.
Having once been so high, humanity fell so low. What had once been dedicated to the soul was now dedicated to the sale.
I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.
You could tell by the way he talked, though, that he had gone to school a long time. That was probably what was wrong with him.
Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel,' Ignatius belched, 'Do not crush me beneath your spokes. Raise me on high, divinity.
Apparently I lack some particular perversion which today's employer is seeking.
with the breakdown of the medieval system, the gods of chaos, lunacy, and bad taste gained ascendancy.
This liberal doxy must be impaled upon the member of a particularly large stallion.
Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind.
I refuse to "look up." Optimism nauseates me. It is perverse. Since man's fall, his proper position in the universe has been one of misery.
employers sense in me a denial of their values...they fear me. i suspect that they can see that i am forced to function in a century which i loathe.
The day before me is fraught with God knows what horrors.
My life is a rather grim one. One day I shall perhaps describe it to you in great detail.
When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.
Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?
I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.
Canned food is a perversion,' Ignatius said. 'I suspect that it is ultimately very damaging to the soul.
Had that poor Reilly kook really been proud of Levy Pants? He had always said that he was. That was one good sign of his insanity.
Leaving New Orleans also frightened me considerably. Outside of the city limits the heart of darkness, the true wasteland begins.
Veneration of Mark Twain is one of the roots of our current intellectual stalemate.
My mother is currently associating with some undesirables who are attempting to transform her into an athlete of sorts, deprave specimens of mankind who regularly bowl their way to oblivion.
I suspect that I am the result of particularly weak conception on the part of my father. His sperm was probably emitted in a rather offhand manner.
I bet you cook good, huh?" Darlene asked. "Mother doesn't cook," Ignatius said dogmatically. "She burns.
I recommend Batman especially, for he tends to transcend the abysmal society in which he's found himself. His morality is rather rigid, also. I rather respect Batman.
To you character is a psychosis. Integrity is a complex.
She ran into the bathroom and powdered her face and the front of her dress, drew a surrealistic version of a mouth beneath her nose, and dashed into her bedroom to find a coat.
Mother doesn't cook, Ignatius said dogmatically, She burns.
Oh, my God!" Ignatius bellowed from the front of the house. "What an egregious insult to good taste.