Ever see moors murderer Ian Brady, study his photos, study Black, study Cannon, study Sutcliffe - study them all! Who says evil is not recognisable?

Evil is there, out there and in your faces! You have two choices, either run or fight! To run is to die a coward! To fight is to win!

One lunatic in Rampton used to have bouts of hysteria. Where he would let out a scream, and run at a wall and dive headfirst…crash! He was given a crash helmet! (Well it is a mad house.)

A loon thought he was Frank Sinatra and every time Frank came on TV or radio the loon would go mad, impostor!

He got a lovely pair of trainers given off his mum for Christmas, best pair he ever had, but it was the nylon laces that he couldn’t take his eyes off. They found him hanging in his cell!

He was a silent type, very nervy of people: shy, introverted, nobody would believe he could scream so loud…well he did drink a bottle of bleach!

Unlike most I don’t fear prison, never have, never will. Obviously I don’t want it, I hate it, but it’s the hate that drives me on to survive.

Some of the madmen are really fun to be with. I soon learnt to relate to them. I soon became one of them. I ended up the maddest of the mad. There is no madder than myself! Please believe it.

Madness is a bowl of poison cherries, chew them and die, but you die screaming in agony.

A doctor once asked me: 'Charlie, what do you think your problem is?' “Doc, ' I said, '…you’re the problem!

Is Bronson mad! Let me ask you! How else can I be? I’m probably the maddest guy on two legs if the truth was known, but prison will never beat me, I’d sooner die today than allow it too!

Knowledge is acquired by diligent study. But wisdom is given by the revere of God.

The sweetness of taste of the truth.

I would rather be a rebel than a slave.

There is no record in the history of a nation that ever gained anything valuable by being unable to defend itself.

I think music has gone through a period of something very severe, rather radical, rather the way painting did with cubism.

If you're talking 100 years, there's no doubt in my mind that all jobs will be gone, including creative ones. And 100 years is not far in the future - some of our children will be alive in 100 years.

That deed is not well done of which a man must repent, and the reward of which he receives crying and with a tearful face.

I'm ensconced in the soul … and I look around and everything is love.

My vocal style I haven't tried to copy from anyone. It just developed until it became the girlish whine it is today.

The writer's only responsibility is to his art.