When you're in prison, you can't do anything about what's happening outside.
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.
Being arrested that also changed everything for me because I was suddenly seeing America from a different perspective all together. I did a couple of weeks in a county jail.
It's [Jail's] like being at school. Except you can't leave.
The prison life of the past looks in our own time like liberation itself.
If I went to jail, at least I wouldn't have to sign autographs.
Over the course of my career, which is about 40 years, I've visited plenty of prisons and I know what they're like.
I was kind of excited about going to jail the first time and I learnt some great dialogue.
When I was in prison, I read an article - don't be shocked when I say I was in prison. You're still in prison. That's what America means: prison.
Prison is not meant to be comfortable. It's not meant to be somewhere anyone would ever want to go back to.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
What are you doing here?” [ndr prison] Selling Girl Scout cookies,” I said. “Want some? The Samoas are terrific.” (Max II to Max)
A man in a jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company
When I was in the penitentiary after being accused of killing a policeman, I was more in the system in the penitentiary than ever.
I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.
A lot of people who go into prison go into prison straight - and when they come out, they're gay.
Most men in a brazen prison live, Where, in the sun's hot eye, With heads bent o'er their toil, they languidly Their lives to some unmeaning taskwork give, Dreaming of nought beyond their prison-wall.
If you speak to anyone who's ever done time, the fact that you make it out of there alive is a miracle.
Chopper Read attended a writing school I gave for inmates at Risdon Prison in Hobart many years ago. Even if I hadn't known about his hacked-off ears and his criminal history, I'd have found him powerful and compelling.
The story follows the whole family. But pretty much all the characters who are in jail have written a book about it, so you've got their perspective of it, however skewed they want you to see it.
I haven't been manipulated. I did a documentary in prison years ago because I was so f - ed off with those lazy bastards in their bed for 18 hours a day, five dishes a day on a menu to choose from, playing soccer every day, going to the gym, watching movies.
It would be like the films I've seen where wardens would decide to be in a jail cell for a week, to get a sense of what it would be like to be a prisoner.
Prison is essentially a shortage of space made up for by a surplus of time; to an inmate, both are palpable.
I would like to say prison life at its very best and worst infinitely sucks.
Once I talked to the inmates of an insane asylum in Hartford. I have talked to idiots a thousand times, but only once to the insane.
