Prison walls are meant not only to keep convicts in, but to keep the would-be investigator out.

Enemies are, to me, as important as friends in my life, and when they die I mourn their passing.

the prison system, inherently unjust and inhumane, is the ultimate expression of injustice and inhumanity in the society at large.

Alas, poor Yorick! How surprised he would be to see how his counterpart of today is whisked off to a funeral parlor and is in short order sprayed, sliced, pierced, pickled, trussed, trimmed, creamed, waxed, painted, rouged and neatly dressed - transformed from a common corpse into a Beautiful Memory Picture.

Knowing few children of my age with whom to compare notes, I envied the children of literature to whom interesting things were always happening.

Society created the prison in its own image; will history, with its penchant for paradox, reverse those roles?

You may not be able to change the world, but at least you can embarrass the guilty.