Civilization is maintained by a very few people in a small number of places and we need only some bombs and a few prisons to blot it out altogether.
In prisons, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.
When you are younger you get blamed for crimes you never committed and when you're older you begin to get credit for virtues you never possessed. It evens itself out.
I don't like being famous - it is like a prison. And driving for Ferrari would make it far worse.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
He was a first-time nonviolent possible offender, ... And under the mandatory minimums, he was put in prison for 15 years. Not only does the punishment not fit the crime, but the mandatory minimums don't give judges any discretion to look at the background of the case, to read into the specifics of the case. I don't know a judge who really is in favor of the mandatory minimums.
Mere factual innocence is no reason not to carry out a death sentence properly reached.
The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.
They took away my money, my family, and my security. Why couldn't they destroy my ideas? We will question them in court tomorrow as we trigger The Revolution of all revolutions!
It was only when I lay there on the rotting prison straw that I sensed within myself the first stirrings of good. Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not between states nor between social classes nor between political parties, but right through every human heart, through all human hearts. And that is why I turn back to the years of my imprisonment and say, sometimes to the astonishment of those about me, bless you, prison, for having been a part of my life.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, that can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.
On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
Crimes lead one into another; they who are capable of being forgers are capable of being incendiaries.
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.
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.
The reformative effect of punishment is a belief that dies hard, chiefly I think, because it is so satisfying to our sadistic impulses.
If punishment reaches not the mind and makes not the will supple, it hardens the offender.