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

It's incredible how much stamina you can find when you're fighting and enemy in battle, even if that enemy is just in your imagination.

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

When you're scared - and I mean really scared, not just hearing a noise in the night, or standing toe to toe with someone twice your size who wants to pound you into the earth - it feels as if you're being injected with darkness. It's like black water as cold as ice settling in your body where your blood and marrow used to be, pushing every other feeling out as it fills you from your feet to your scalp. It leaves you with nothing.

When you're locked up in here for life, you learn to welcome the little freedoms.

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.

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