A Confederacy of Dunces

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

"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."

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

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

I do admire the terror which Negroes are able to inspire in the hearts of some members of the white proletariat and only wish (This is a rather personal confession.) that I possessed the ability to similarly terrorize. The Negro terrorizes simply by being himself;I, however, must browbeat a bit in order to achieve the same end. Perhaps I should hav

accept. Ask Miss O'Hara about him."

When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.

"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!"

Plunge the fork into my vital organs, if you wish. I will not wear that cap. Death before dishonor and disease."