I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.
The prisoner is not the one who has commited a crime, but the one who clings to his crime and lives it over and over.
Prison life, fortunately, I spent a lot of years, about 18 years with other prisoners, and, as I say, they enriched your soul.
The prison life of the past looks in our own time like liberation itself.
I would like to say prison life at its very best and worst infinitely sucks.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.