Eddie Murphy Quotes

I am jailed, with around 200 other inmates, in a wide hall that looks like a warehouse.

In many respects, people on the outside suffered more than those of us in jail. In prison, we ate three times a day, we had clothing, we had free medical services, and we could sleep for 12 hours.

Hell no / I ain't going to go / Clean out my cell / And take my tail / To jail / Without bail / Because it's better there eating / Watching television fed / Than in Vietnam with your white folks dead.

Prison is not a mere physical horror. It is using a pickaxe to no purpose that makes a prison.

The cell door slammed behind Rubishov.

I would like to say prison life at its very best and worst infinitely sucks.

The prison life of the past looks in our own time like liberation itself.

The fact is that, in prison, you can't just go and be locked up and serve your time. That's not an option. You get locked up, and then you're going to go through hell and, if you're lucky, you'll come out somewhat of a human being, but you're probably going to be beyond traumatized, for the rest of your life. That's ridiculous!

The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.

When you're in prison, there's no hiding. These women are not hiding behind towels and shower curtains. They go to the bathroom with no doors on the stalls. It would actually look weird, if these women were hiding.

The good thing about a jail show is nobody gets up and walks out.

Prison is a second-by-second assault on the soul, a day-to-day degradation of the self, an oppressive steel and brick umbrella that transforms seconds into hours and hours into days.

In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

I hear they feed you in Sing Sing,” Evie muttered. “Three squares a day.” “Evangeline,” Will said with a sigh. “Charity begins at home.” “So does mental illness.

And I never thought about how the lights don't go out, so you never really rest, in that way. I never really thought about the intensity of being watched, all the time. Those are some things that I didn't know about prison.

I set it off with my own rhyme / cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time

Christmas poem to a man in jail hello Bill Abbott: I appreciate your passing around my books in jail there, my poems and stories. if I can lighten the load for some of those guys with my books, fine. but literature, you know, is difficult for the average man to assimilate (and for the unaverage man too); I don't like most poetry, for example, so I write mine the way I like to read it.

I wonder about prisoners. They're told, "You are free, you are innocent, you can go anywhere." I'm sure they usually feel nothing. They don't burst into tears or hysterics or joy or "I told you so." It's nothing. To be on the straight path isn't a bloody thing. It's just ordinary.

Prison itself is a tremendous education in the need for patience and perseverance. It is above all a test of one's commitment.

It was hell, hugging my Mama from a jail cell.

Chained in a cell, got my own private hell. Preacher crucifies me, warden wants to fry me.

We amuse ourselves painting our prison-walls with bright figures and brilliant landscapes.

It's surprisingly nice out here, peaceful and pretty-strange to be standing in the middle of a little garden while enclosed by the massive stone walls of the prison, like being at the exact center of a hurricane, and finding peace and silence in the middle of so much shrieking damage.

We are turning our prisons into living tombs, inhabited by doomed men living in everlasting blank despair.