I was getting tired about what the preacher called Christian. Anything he did was Christian, and the people in his church believed it, too. If he stole some book he didn't like from the library, or made the radio station… — John Kennedy Toole Copy Share Image
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. — John Kennedy Toole Copy Share Image
“Myrna was not astigmatic; the lenses were clear glass; she wore the glasses to prove her dedication and intensity of purpose.” — John Kennedy Toole Copy Share Image
“She ran into the bathroom and powdered her face and the front of her dress, drew a surrealistic version of a mouth beneath her… — John Kennedy Toole Copy Share Image
“Is it the part of the police department to harass me when this city is a flagrant vice capital of the civilized world?" Ignatius… — John Kennedy Toole Copy Share Image
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… — John Kennedy Toole Copy Share Image
Between notes, he had contemplated means of destroying Myrna Minkoff but had reached no satisfactory conclusion. His most promising scheme had involved getting a… — John Kennedy Toole Copy Share Image
“I suspect that beneath your offensively and vulgarly effeminate façade there may be a soul of sorts. Have you read widely in Boethius?" "Who?… — John Kennedy Toole Copy Share Image
I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make… — John Kennedy Toole Copy Share Image
“In my private apocalypse he will be impaled upon his own nightstick.” — John Kennedy Toole Copy Share Image
Psycho? The woman's senile. We had to stop at about thirty gas stations on the way over here. Finally I got tired of getting… — John Kennedy Toole Copy Share Image
I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one. — John Kennedy Toole Copy Share Image
“Hey! All you peoples draggin along here. Stop and come stick your ass on a Night of Joy stool," he started again. "Night of… — John Kennedy Toole Copy Share Image
