Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
Prosecution I have managed to avoid; but I have been arrested, charged in a police court, have refused to be bound over, and thereupon have been unconditionally released - to my great regret; for I have always wanted to know what going to prison was like.
We have initiated programs for re-entry offenders, since some 500,000 to 600,000 offenders will come out of prison each year for the next three or four years. We want to have positive alternatives when they come back to the community.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Concepts of justice must have hands and feet to carry out justice in every case in the shortest possible time and the lowest possible cost. That is the challenge to every lawyer and judge in America.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
Crime is a logical extension of the sort of behavior that often [is] considered perfectly respectable in legitimate business.
Virtue pardons the wicked, as the sandal-tree perfumes the axe which strikes it.
If we were brought to trial for the crimes we have committed against ourselves, few would escape the gallows.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
They were being driven to a prison, through no fault of their own, in all probability for life. In comparison, how much easier it would be to walk to the gallows than to this tomb of living horrors!
The penalty for laughing in a courtroom is six months in jail; if it were not for this penalty, the jury would never hear the evidence.
They're not supposed to show prison films in prison. Especially ones that are about escaping.
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.
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.