Knackered inmates are easier to control than pumped-up ones. And dead inmates are even easier to control, if you follow me.

That mush plays havoc downstairs, you know?

Don't need a degree in rocket science to do this job.

I'd been so set on an escape that was now impossible, and the only form of freedom left to me was death. It was a terrible kind of freedom—one from misery and pain, yes, but also one from lightness and laughter and life. It was an absence of everything.

The human mind is a powerful thing in many ways, but in others it's endlessly fragile—it takes only a single moment of pure terror to tear a hole in it, like a finger through a cobweb, leaving you forever just a shadow, a half-person.

Better to be a spirit with the earth beneath you than a corpse pinned tight by the weight of the world.

Trust me-that toilet and me were best friends for the first few days I was here.