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.
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.
The prison life of the past looks in our own time like liberation itself.
All our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.
I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.
Prison life, fortunately, I spent a lot of years, about 18 years with other prisoners, and, as I say, they enriched your soul.