“Oh, Fortuna, you wretch!”

John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

“Oh, Fortuna, you degenerate wanton!”

John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

“Fortuna, that vicious slut.”

John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

“It took experience to be able to spot a cop. But a person who could spot a cop could also avoid a lot of trouble.”

John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

“Cats are notoriously sanitary, continuously licking at themselves when they suspect that there is the slightest cause for offense.”

John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

“Nobody never gets attacked by a bird.”

John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

“Every asylum in this nation is filled with poor souls who simply cannot stand lanolin, cellophane, plastic, television, and subdivisions.”

John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

“Colored people got plenty rhythm.”

John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

“In spite of all to which they have been subjected, Negroes are nonetheless a rather pleasant folk for the most part.”

John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

“A firm rule must be imposed upon our nation before it destroys itself. The United States needs some theology and geometry, some taste and decency. I suspect that we are teetering on the edge of the abyss.”

John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces