Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.
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.
One should respect public opinion insofar as is necessary to avoid starvation and keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny.
The object of punishment is prevention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good.
To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.
If you want total security, go to prison. There you’re fed, clothed, given medical care and so on. The only thing lacking…is freedom.
The world itself is but a large prison, out of which some are daily led to execution.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
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.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
We're in a war. People who blast some pot on a casual basis are guilty of treason.
No man survives when freedom fails. The best men rot in filthy jails, and those who cry 'appease, appease' are hanged by those they tried to please.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
Why would anyone expect him to come out smarter? He went to prison for three years, not Princeton.
It is certain that the study of human psychology, if it were undertaken exclusively in prisons, would also lead to misrepresentation and absurd generalizations.
Prisons don't rehabilitate, they don't punish, they don't protect, so what the hell do they do?
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.