20 Quotes & Sayings By John Kennedy Toole

John Kennedy Toole (February 28,1929 - December 26, 1969) was an American novelist and short story writer. His best-known work, considered a literary masterpiece, is "A Confederacy of Dunces," the title character of which is a mentally retarded man in New Orleans. The book was published in 1980 and won both the Pulitzer Prize and the American Book Award. He died in New Orleans at the age of thirty-six from cancer.

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...I doubt very seriously whether anyone will hire me.' What do you mean, babe? You a fine boy with a good education.' Employers sense in me a denial of their values.' He rolled over onto his back. 'They fear me. I suspect that they can see that I am forced to function in a century I loathe. This was true even when I worked for the New Orleans Public Library. John Kennedy Toole
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It smells terrible in here.' Well, what do you expect? The human body, when confined, produces certain odors which we tend to forget in this age of deodorants and other perversions. Actually, I find the atmosphere of this room rather comforting. Schiller needed the scent of apples rotting in his desk in order to write. I, too, have my needs. You may remember that Mark Twain preferred to lie supinely in bed while composing those rather dated and boring efforts which contemporary scholars try to prove meaningful. Veneration of Mark Twain is one of the roots of our current intellectual stalemate. John Kennedy Toole
I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against...
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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. John Kennedy Toole
The day before me is fraught with God knows what...
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The day before me is fraught with God knows what horrors. John Kennedy Toole
Had that poor Reilly kook really been proud of Levy...
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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. John Kennedy Toole
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This river is famed in atrocious song and verse; the most prevalent motif is one which attempts to make of the river an ersatz father figure. Actually, the Mississippi River is a treacherous and sinister body of water whose eddies and currents yearly claim many lives. I have never known anyone who would even venture to stick his toe in its polluted waters, which seethe with sewage, industrial waste, and deadly insecticides. Even the fish are dying. Therefore, the Mississippi as Father-God-Moses-Daddy-Phallus-Pops is an altogether false motif began, I would imagine, by that dreary fraud, Mark Twain. This failure to make contact with reality is, however, characteristic of almost all of America’s “art.” Any connection between American art and American nature is purely coincidental, but this is only because the nation as a whole has no contact with reality. That is only one of the reasons why I have always been forced to exist on the fringes of its society, consigned to the Limbo reserved for this who do know reality when they see it. . John Kennedy Toole
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Apparently I lack some particular perversion which today's employer is seeking. John Kennedy Toole
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I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality. John Kennedy Toole
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I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one. John Kennedy Toole
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To you character is a psychosis. Integrity is a complex. John Kennedy Toole
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Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me? John Kennedy Toole
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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. John Kennedy Toole
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Mother doesn't cook, Ignatius said dogmatically, She burns. John Kennedy Toole
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Mothers got a hard road to travel, believe me. John Kennedy Toole
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But I knew the way the people in the town thought about things. They always had some time left over from their life to bother about other people and what they did. They thought they had to get together to help other people out, like the time they got together about the woman who let a colored man borrow her car and told her the best place for her was up north with all the other nigger lovers, and the time they got the veterans with overseas wives out. If you were different from anybody in town, you had to get out. That's why everybody was so much alike. The way they talked, what they did, what they liked, what they hated. If somebody got to hate something and he was the right person, everybody had to hate it too, or people began to hate the ones who didn't hate it. They used to tell us in school to think for yourself, but you couldn't do that in the town. You had to think what your father thought all his life, and that was what everybody thought. John Kennedy Toole
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Social Note: I have sought escape in the Prytania on more than one occasion, pulled by the attractions of some technicolored horrors, filmed abortions that were offenses against any criteria of taste and decency, reels and reels of perversion and blasphemy that stunned my disbelieving eyes, the shocked my virginal mind, and sealed my valve. John Kennedy Toole
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Talc: You have been found guilty of misleading and perverting the young. I decree that you be hung by your underdeveloped testicles until dead. ZORRO John Kennedy Toole
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Oh, my God! " Ignatius bellowed from the front of the house. "What an egregious insult to good taste. John Kennedy Toole
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This was the sort of girl who should be attending college, not ones like that dreadful Minkoff girl, that brutal and slovenly girl who had almost been raped by one of the janitors just outside of his office. Dr. Talc shuddered at the very thought of Miss Minkoff. In class she had Insulted and challenged and vilified him at every turn, egging the Reilly monster to join in the attack. He would never forget those two; no one on the faculty ever would. They were like two Huns sweeping down on Rome. Dr. Talc idly wondered if they had married each other. Each certainly deserved the other. John Kennedy Toole