In jail a man has no personality. He is a minor disposal problem and a few entries on reports. Nobody cares who loves or hates him, what he looks like, what he did with his life. Nobody reacts to him unless he gives trouble. Nobody abuses him. All that is asked of him is that he go quietly to the right cell and remain quiet when he gets there. There is nothing to fight against, nothing to be mad at. The jailers are quiet men without animosity or sadism.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
It is true you cannot eat freedom and you cannot power machinery with democracy. But then neither can political prisoners turn on the light in the cells of a dictatorship.
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
No obligation to justice does force a man to be cruel, or to use the sharpest sentence.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
There are only two places in the world where time takes precedence over the job to be done. School and prison.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.