Like a bitch in heat, I seem to attract a coterie of policemen and sanitation officials. The world will someday get me on some ludicrous pretext; I simply await the day that they drag me to some air-c...
In my private apocalypse he will be impaled upon his own nightstick.
I simply await the day that they drag me to some air-conditioned dungeon and leave me there beneath the fluorescent lights and soundproofed ceiling to pay the price for scorning all that they hold dea...
I should perhaps warn you that I am about to faint from anxiety and general depression, though. The film I saw last night was especially grueling, a teenage beach musical. I almost collapsed during th...
I really have had little to do with them, for I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.
I doubt whether any hack, under pressure, could pen such atrocious melodrama,
How come God has to make it so tough for you? We must not question His ways, Ignatius said. Maybe not, but I still don’t get it. The writings of Boethius may give you some insight. I read Father Kelle...
From time to time the Chief of Staff, the President, and so on, dressed in sequins and feathers, will entertain the leaders, i.e., the perverts, of all the other countries at balls and parties. Quarre...
Canned food is a perversion,' Ignatius said. 'I suspect that it is ultimately very damaging to the soul.
Your total ignorance of that which you profess to teach merits the death penalty.
You must realize the fear and hatred which my instills in people.
When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip
What is it, Gus? A problem? Are you having a problem? That's one of your problems. You never tell me your problems.
This is a floral abortion,' Ignatius commented irritably and tapped the vase with his cutlas. 'Dyed flowers are unnatural and perverse and, I suspect, obscene also. I can see that I am going to have m...
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...
Shifting from one hip to the other in his lumbering, elephantine fashion, Ignatius sent waves of flesh rippling beneath the tweed and flannel, waves that broke upon buttons and seams. Thus
Remember I’m from Dauphine Street. We useta put the kitchen chairs out on the banquette and set there till midnight sometimes waiting for the house to cool off. And the things the people down here say...
Over the years I have become very good at getting out of things I don’t want to do. And if ever there was something I didn’t want to do, this was surely it: to deal with the mother of a dead novelist...
No wonder you've turned on me so savagely. I suspect that you are using me as a scapegoat for your own feelings of guilt.
My life is a rather grim one. One day I shall perhaps describe it to you in great detail.