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

“Ignatius, all at once you're your horrible old self. All at once I think I'm making a very big mistake.”

“Go dangle your withered parts over the toilet!' Ignatius screamed savagely.”

“Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel,' Ignatius belched, 'Do not crush me beneath your spokes. Raise me on high, divinity.”

“Ignatius, what's all this trash on the floor?""That is my worldview that you see. It still must be incorporated into a whole, so be careful where you step.”

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

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