Quotes About Madhouses

The worst men have the best jobs the best men have the worst jobs or are unemployed or locked in madhouses.

Sure, I've written about women and sex and madhouses, just like Bukowski did, but I've also written about many other topics, often utilizing other stylistic methods in doing so. Bukowski would probably have been annoyed with the rambling tone of my poems in Cells.

do you hate yourself i wonder? you can't expect others to accept you until you've been able to accept yourself. sometimes i think i can really feel the pain. i've been there, i live there. but if you can make it through, nothing will beat you. you know the madhouses are full of emotional suicides. let's just take it day by day.

We are all trapped by a singular fate, nobody ever finds the one, the city dumps fill, the junkyards fill, the madhouses fill, the hospitals fill, the graveyards fill, nothing else fills

And I realize the unbearable anguish of insanity: how uninformed people can be thinking insane people are happy, O God, in fact it was Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full of happy nuts. (p. 200)

Irwin Garden once warned me not to think the madhouses are full of 'happy nuts,' There's a tightening around the head that hurts, there's a terror of the mind that hurts even more, they're so unhappy and especially because they can't explain it to anybody.

I have a theory that Southern madhouses are full of gifted women who were stifled.

But the height of audacity in serving up pure nonsense, in stringing together senseless and extravagant mazes of words, such as had previously been known only in madhouses, was finally reached in Hegel, and became the instrument of the most bare-faced general mystification that has ever taken place, with a result which will appear fabulous to posterity, and will remain as a monument to German stupidity.

If men were to consider what they were at – if they were to look about them, and reflect upon the cost of life in a universe where prisons, brothels, madhouses, and regiments of men armed and trained to kill other men are so very common – why, I doubt we should see many of these poor mewling little larval victims, so often a present misery to their parents and a future menace to their kind.

Mercants have a gift for obsession. It's led to prison sentences, epic heroism, great works of art and madhouses. Choose your path.