“Stop!' I cried imploringly to my god-like mind.”

“Will you please stop screeching like a fishmonger and run along? Don't you have a bottle of muscatel baking in the oven?”

“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.”

“It's not your fate to be well treated," Ignatius cried. "You're an overt masochist. Nice treatment will confuse and destroy you.”

“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 out of the car and showing her which was the Men's and which was the Women's, so I let her pick them herself. I worked out a system. The law of averages. I laid money on her and she came out about fifty-fifty.”

“I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.”

“...When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occassional cheese dip.”