Sometimes the world is so much sicker than the inmates of its institutions.

What cook can match herself against hunger and memory?

She now knew that the death she feared might not be a physical one, that it could be death of the will, the soul, the mind, the laws, and thus not death, but a perpetual dying.

I'm sorry I'm young," Deborah answered with a bitterness that was half prose. "We have a right to be as crazy as anyone else." The second part was more a plea, and to her surprise the superbly inhuman fighter smiled softly and said, "Yes ... I suppose that's true, though I never thought of it in those terms before.

Worrying is one of my few forms of prayer.

A nut is someone whose noose broke.

A humane and authentic book written by another voice from the trenches.