Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind.

Canned food is a perversion,' Ignatius said. 'I suspect that it is ultimately very damaging to the soul.

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

employers sense in me a denial of their values...they fear me. i suspect that they can see that i am forced to function in a century which i loathe.

When Fortuna spins you downward, go out to a movie and get more out of life.

with the breakdown of the medieval system, the gods of chaos, lunacy, and bad taste gained ascendancy.

I bet you cook good, huh?" Darlene asked. "Mother doesn't cook," Ignatius said dogmatically. "She burns.