At eighty-one, health club-lusting is as close as I'll ever come to getting laid again.

I don't believe anyone can go through the prison experience without being changed by it. The experience becomes part of your identity forever.

At eighty-one, health club-lusting is as close as I'll ever come to getting laid again.

I felt compelled to blow the whistle on the penal system, under the delusion that doing so might result in some change, or at least save a few women from the same fate. Eternally naïve, that's me.

I had a naïve idea that if I could tell the story, people would be outraged and do something about conditions in the jails.

My published works are concrete evidence that I exist.

I'm actually a lowlife. On the street at fifteen and also in jail for the first time at that age, and off and on the street until my mid-twenties.