Until the year 1967, it was a crime, for which you could be put in prison, to make homosexual love to someone in your own house. If they came in and caught you at it, you could be put into prison. This has changed - I'm talking about England, incidentally.
Prison kills your spirit, straight up. It kills your spirit. There is no creativity, there's none of that.
My buddy tells me a lot of interesting stories about what goes on in prison - it just makes my head spin about what they deal with on a day-to-day basis.
This too I know-and wise it wereIf each could know the same-That every prison that men buildIs built with bricks of shame,And bound with bars lest Christ should see How men their brothers maim.
When I was sixteen years old, I was sentenced to two years in prison; the Swedish government changed it, so I could go to a boarding school as part of a social programme. I was in this boarding school with some of the richest kids in Sweden.
He who sells what isn't his'n, Must buy it back or go to prison.
Prison makes an interesting context for so many different characters to come together. You get to see what lines get drawn between people.
Nelson Mandela set his course a long time ago, and in word and deed, years of determination, sacrifice, and faith--he set a new standard in the likes of Gandhi, Mother Teresa, and Martin Luther King, Jr. --changing the world and all of us for the better. I was one of those regular citizens watching when he made his first trip here after being released from prison. Amazing memories. I regret that I never met him in person. May he rest in peace
Earth, Wind & Fire
It is all one to me if a man comes from Sing Sing Prison or Harvard. We hire a man, not his history.
Marriage can either be a classroom where people become wiser and better, or a prison where people become resentful; and bitter.
In prison, inmates sometimes use Cheetos and grape juice as makeup. I wouldn't use that beauty regimen around Britney Spears - she might lick your face off!
Tony Judt's remarkable 'The Memory Chalet' was written from the prison of mute immobility.