Is the prison that Mr. Scoundrel lives in at the end of his career a more uncomfortable place than the workhouse that Mr. Honesty lives in at the end of his career?

I heard this story once,” she said, “where this bloke got locked up for years and years and he learned amazin’ stuff about the universe and everythin’ from another prisoner who was incredibly clever, and then he escaped and got his revenge.””What incredibly clever stuff do you know about the universe, Gytha Ogg?” said Granny.”Bugger...

We have a racially based justice system that overpunishes, fails to rehabilitate, and doesn’t make us safer.

Great institutions have leaders who are proud of what they do, and who engage with everyone who makes up those institutions, so each person understands their role. But our jailers are generally granted near-total anonymity, like the cartoon executioner who wears a hood to conceal his identity. What is the point, what is the reason,...

Only prisoners were ever granted easy passage into a prison.

The main difference is that the enlightened believe that the poor criminal should be rehabilitated while the righteous believe that the immoral criminal should be locked up in jail. Since almost the only available system of rehabilitation in America is to be locked up in jail, the difference remains highly abstract.

Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.

Kindness is in a prison till it findsRelease in words or deeds.

Being a copper I like to see the law win. I’d like to see the flashy well-dressed mugs like Eddie Mars spoiling their manicures in the rock quarry at Folsom, alongside of the poor little slum-bred guys that got knocked over on their first caper amd never had a break since. That’s what I’d like....

[Prison Break is] one of the craziest, most unpredictable roller-coaster rides on TV today.

La joie réside au plus intime de l’ me; on peut aussi bien la posséder dans une obscure prison que dans un palais.

Unforgiveness denies the victim the possibility of parole and leaves them stuck in the prison of what was, incarcerating them in their trauma and relinquishing the chance to escape beyond the pain.

…visą pataisos įstaigų sistemą reikėtų tiesiai taip ir vadinti – nusikaltėlių ugdymo bazėmis. Pradinis lygis – nepilnamečių kolonijos, kur paauglys arba suluošinamas psichiškai visam gyvenimui, arba užsigrūdina, surambėja ir išeina puikiausią nusikalstamumo mokyklą prieš ateityje laukiančius Lukiškių ir visus kitus universitetus. Kito pasirinkimo čia beveik nėra. Kaip beveik nėra kito pasirinkimo ir nuteistajam, išėjusiam iš...

I shall never forget how I was roused one night by the groans of a fellow prisoner, who threw himself about in his sleep, obviously having a horrible nightmare. Since I had always been especially sorry for people who suffered from fearful dreams or deliria, I wanted to wake the poor man. Suddenly I drew...

The cliche about prison life is that I am actually integrated into it, ruined by it, when my accommodation to it is so overwhelming that I can no longer stand or even imagine freedom, life outside prison, so that my release brings about a total psychic breakdown, or at least gives rise to a longing...

I’d watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal – against normal, not beside it. Locks didn’t cure; they strangled.

When a friend of mine boasted about living in a gated community, I thought he meant Folsom, and I wondered whether he knew Charles Manson.

Truth shrilled in prison or cemetary.

As a society, our decision to heap shame and contempt upon those who struggle and fail in a system designed to keep them locked up and locked out says far more about ourselves than it does about them.

Kau bangun benteng tuk kawal hatimu, dan kau tuduh mereka tak pedulikanmu.

The Russians are on the radar. It’s time.”As Bounter turned to pick up the tiny button-size microphone, Grant clenched his hands into fists, his anticipation building.It’s time.

I mean, what is prison, really, except a good bar without the liquor?

The best thing—in Shadow’s opinion, perhaps the only good thing—about being in prison was a feeling of relief. The feeling that he’d plunged as low as he could plunge and he’d hit bottom. He didn’t worry that the man was going to get him, because the man had got him. He was no longer scared...

It is said that no one truly knows a nation until one has been inside its jails. A nation should not be judged by how it treats its highest citizens, but its lowest ones.

It isn’t true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.

Sixty per cent of people entering prison today are illiterate.

Self-doubt imprisons those that never overcome it.

The food chain has victims at both ends: even rapists and murderers need someone to look down on, and kid killers will do nicely.

Ako nisam kriv, onda su pogriješili, zatvorili su nedužna čovjeka. Ako me puste, priznaće svoju grešku, a to nije ni lako ni korisno. Niko pametan ne može od njih tražiti da rade protiv sebe. Zahtjev bi bio nestvaran, i smiješan. Onda ja moram biti kriv. A kako da me puste ako sam kriv? Razumiješ li?...

Put ’em who threaten possessions and power together with ’em who offend our tastes in sex and dope. Those who’re touched, put ’em in asylums. Pack off old ones to ‘senior communities,’ nursing homes. Our children? Keep’em prisoner, baby-sitter as warden. School? Good for fifteen to twenty years. Army afterward. Liberated, we live in prison....

When the meat platter was passed to me, I didn’t even know what the meat was; usually, you couldn’t tell, anyway-but it was suddenly as though _don’t eat any more pork_ flashed on a screen before me.I hesitated, with the platter in mid-air; then I passed it along to the inmate waiting next to me....

Prison always has been a good place for writers, killing, as it does, the twin demons of mobility and diversion

I spent much of my prison time reading. I must have read over 200 large books, mostly fictional stories about the American pioneers, the Vikings, Mafia, etc. As long as I was engrossed in a book, I was not in prison. Reading was my escape.

Unprovoked hostility is often but displaced self-defense: ‘I must stop him before he stops me.’ In many of such environments, nobody is really hateful so much as they are just fearful.

These men are in prison: that is the Outsider’s verdict. They are quite contented in prison—caged animals who have never known freedom; but it is prison all the same. And the Outsider? He is in prison too: nearly every Outsider in this book has told us so in a different language; but he knows it....

(Thinking while being interrogated by the Germans) You big shots think you can decide on my life, but I have news for you: you can’t touch a hair on my head without the will of God my Father, because He is on my side.

I often find myself in a room full of strangers, and very often it’s a tough crowd. But I’m a master networker, so for me, prison isn’t such a big deal. A smile extends much faster than a fist.

I have a lot of fans who are in the prison system, where ramen noodles are a kind of staple. Prisoners are always sending me recipes.

As eternal beings, we shouldn’t let our time spent trapped in the temporal prisons we call our bodies distract us from the fact that love is forever. Love now and love later, because the two are one.

The subsistence mentality of a person is a prison in which his personal joy is detained. If you want to live in joy, you don’t live for yourself alone. Live for others too!

I had a dream about you. Too many people died that day for us to talk about love. But through the stench of rotting corpses, all I could think about was how beautiful you were and how much I wanted to avoid prison.

My definition of dictionary can’t be found in the dictionary. Dictionary—A linguistic prison, confining words to well-defined cells, with little chance of parole.

My head is a prison I’ve been locked in from the start,So if I’m treated like a criminal I might as well play the part.(attrib: E. Tancarville)

I had no real communication with anyone at the time, so I was totally dependent on God. And he never failed me.

Someone once told me a joke,” he said. “I’d like to be a pacifist, but people keep getting in the way.’ I made a decision to fight for my friend in prison. It was a deliberate decision. It isn’t the only way-it’s just something I decided.

You will love me or I will sentence you to life in prison.

I cannot be critical of an infant whose only possible source of nourishment can be found in the dugs of a wolf.

Everyone in prison has an ideal of violence, murder. Beneath all relationships between prisoners is the ever-present fact of murder. It ultimately defines our relationship among ourselves.

Christians talk as though goodness was their idea but good behavior doesn’t have any religious origin. Our prisons are filled with the devout.

Our lives are led, and our decisions made, within a network of needs and wants, some natural, some arising from the acts of others, some aggravated by the acts of the state. We are all bored, or threatened, or tantalized in differing degrees by a perilous world, some hostile people, and a not very sensitive...