“Like prisoners escaped during night from their prison,
The waters fling gaily their spray to the sun;
Who can tell me from whence that glad river has risen?
Who can say whence it springs in its beauty?—not one.”

“Who likes wrinkles?
No one, however remember the laughter, happiness and joy
that created those beautiful marks.
Tell me…would you rather have smooth skin like a cold stone or to see ripples in it from years of happily sitting in a river of running water with the hot sun beating down upon it?”

“Malcolm X had a special meaning for black convicts. A former prisoner himself, he had risen from the lowest depths to great heights. For this reason he was a stmbol of hope, a model for thousands of black convicts who found themselves trapped in the vicious PPP cycle: prison-parole-prison.”

“Whence come night and flood?
How they disappear?
Whither flies night from day;
And how is it not seen?”

“Only the man who has known freedom
Can define his prison.”

“A breeze passes in the night. When did it spring up? Whence does it come? Whither is it going? No man knows.”

“Who can not love, does not deserve prisoners.”

“My metaphors are dirty like herpes, but harder to catch, like an escape tunnel in prison I started from scratch.”

“The little red lark, like a rosy spark
Of song, to his sun-burst flies;
But till you are risen, earth is a prison,
Full of my captive sighs.”

“That there is also freedom in captivity, only a prisoner can claim. Coming from a prison guard, this statement would be blasphemy.”