A Confederacy of Dunces

"We shall storm the office very shortly, thereby surprising the foe when his senses are still subject to the psychic mists of early morning."

"Hot dogs, ladies?" Ignatius asked pleasantly.

"Do you think that I am insane? Do you suppose that some stupid psychiatrist could even attempt to fathom the workings of my psyche?"

"No, I was not `playing' with the cat. I only picked it up to fondle it a bit. It was a rather appealing calico. I offered it a hot dog. However, the cat refused to eat it. It was an animal with some taste and decency."

"They would try to make me into a moron who liked television and new cars and frozen food. Don't you understand? Psychiatry is worse than communism. I refuse to be brainwashed. I won't be a robot!"

You must have therapy soon or you will become a screaming queen.

accept. Ask Miss O'Hara about him."

Open your heart, Ignatius, and you will open your valve.

"I'm gonna make me another one, if you don't mind, sugar. I got problems."