Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.
The only difference between me and my fellow actors is that I've spent more time in jail.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
There is no greater punishment of wickedness that that it is dissatisfied with itself and its deeds.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
We don't seem to be able to check crime, so why not legalize it and then tax it out of business.
There's no greater threat to our independence, to our cherished freedoms and personal liberties than the continual, relentless injection of these insidious poisons into our system. We must decide whether we cherish independence from drugs, without which there is no freedom.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
If you strike at, imprison, or kill us, out of our prisons or graves we will still evoke a spirit that will thwart you, and perhaps, raise a force that will destroy you! We defy you! Do your worst!
The refined punishments of the spiritual mode are usually much more indecent and dangerous than a good smack.
I am an expert of electricity. My father occupied the chair of applied electricity at the state prison.
If we look at Houston, which is a very environmentally toxic place, we find that it has one of the highest levels of young men going to prison and also among the highest levels of illiteracy in the country.
Intellectual despair results in neither weakness nor dreams, but in violence. It is only a matter of knowing how to give vent to one's rage; whether one only wants to wander like madmen around prisons, or whether one wants to overturn them.
The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
He had drawn many a thousand of these rations in prisons and camps, and though he'd never had an opportunity to weight them on scales, and although, being a man of timid nature, he knew no way of standing up for his rights, he, like every other prisoner, had discovered long ago that honest weight was never to be found in the bread-cutting. There was short weight in every ration. The only point was how short. So every day you took a look to soothe your soul - today, maybe, they haven't snitched any.