This book I'm reading. Published in 1961. Written by Walter Percy.
  1. A krewe is a group of people who get together at carnival time and put on a parade and a ball. Of course there are famous old krewes like Comus and Rex and Twelfth Night, but there are dozens of others. The other day a group of Syrians from Algiers formed a krewe named Isis"
    Part 1: Chapter 1.
  2. She called me an ingrate, a limb of Satan, the last and sorriest of a noble stock. What makes it funny is that this is true.
    Part 1: Chapter 2.
  3. I see his world plainly through his eyes and see why he loves it and keep it as is: a friendly easy-going place of old/world charm and new-world business methods where kind white folks and carefree darkies have the good sense to behave pleasantly toward each other.
    Part 1: Chapter 3.
  4. Mercer passes the corn sticks, holding his breath at each place and letting it out with a strangling sound.
    Part 1: Chapter 3.
  5. Sometimes she speaks of her derrière, sticks it out Beale Street style and gives it a slap and this makes me blush because it is a very good one, marvellously ample and mysterious and nothing to joke about.
    Part 1: Chapter 4.
  6. She even says that my father was 'shot with luck' to get such a fine girl, by which she means that my father did, in a sense, leave it to luck. All she really holds against my mother, and not really against her but against my father, is my father's lack of imagination in marrying her.
    Part 1: Chapter 5.
  7. "—you have too good a mind to throw away. I don't know quite what you're doing on this insignificant cinder spinning away in a dark corner of the universe. That is a secret which the high gods have not confided in me. Yet one thing I believe and I believe it with every fibre of my being. A man must live by his lights and do what little he can..."
  8. "...and do it as best he can. In this world of goodness is destined to be defeated. But a man must go down fighting. That is the victory. To do anything less is to be less than a man."
    Part 1: Chapter 5.
  9. "There was some blood on my blouse, so when I got to the hotel, I sent it out to be cleaned, took a bath and ordered a big breakfast, ate every crumb and read the Sunday paper. (I can still remember what good coffee it was.)"
    Part 1: Chapter 6.
  10. In her long nightmare, this our old friendship now itself falls victim to the grisly transmogrification by which she unflailingly turns everything she touches to horror.
    Part 1: Chapter 7. (Final sentence of Part 1)
  11. Her bottom is so beautiful that once as she crossed the room to the cooler I felt my eyes smart with tears of gratitude. She is on of this village beauties of which the South is so prodigal...
  12. ...From the sleaziest house in the sleaziest town, from the loins of redneck pa and rock face ma spring these lovelies, these rosy cheeked Anglo-Saxon lovelies, by the million.
    Part 2: Chapter 1.
  13. On the contrary: I have been aloof and correct as a Nazi officer in occupied Paris.
    Part 2: Chapter 1.
  14. I have discovered that most people have no one to talk to, no one, that is, who really wants to listen.
    Part 2: Chapter 2.
  15. My mother often told me to be unselfish, but I have become suspicious of that advice.
    Part 2: Chapter 2.
  16. "Have you noticed that only in time of illness and disaster of death are people real?"
    Part 2: Chapter 3.
  17. I do not answer. She can only believe I am serious in her own fashion of being serious: as an antic of seriousness, which is not seriousness at all but despair masquerading as seriousness.
    Part 2: Chapter 3.
  18. That's what killed my father, English romanticism, that and 1930 science.
    Part 2: Chapter 5.
  19. An odd thing. Ever since Wednesday I have become acutely aware of Jews.
    Part 2: Chapter 6. (Opens the chapter)
  20. For some time now the impression has been growing upon me that everyone is dead.
    Part 2: Chapter 9.
  21. Of my six living aunts, five are women of the loftiest theosophical pan-Brahman sentiments. The sixth is still a Presbyterian.
    Part 2: Chapter 11.
  22. Everydayness is the enemy.
    Part 3: Chapter 3.
  23. Only once in my life was the grip of everydayness broken: when I lay bleeding in a ditch.
    Part 3: Chapter 3.
  24. "...Losing hope is not so bad. There's something worse: losing hope and hiding it from yourself"
    Part 4: Chapter 2.
  25. "...The truth is the exact opposite: suicide is the only thing that keeps me alive. Whenever everything else fails, all I have to do is consider suicide and in two seconds I'm as cheerful as a nitwit. But if I could *not* kill myself—ah then, I would."
    Part 4: Chapter 2.
  26. (i finished the book, but abandoned the list)