I helped you because you're new, and because when there's two people in a cell then there's only a fifty percent chance they'll take you.

Better to be a spirit with the earth beneath you than a corpse pinned tight by the weight of the world.

This place is full of unwritten rules.

Like I've said before, so many times before, I'm not a good person, I'm not a hero. I'm a criminal, a liar, a cheat, a killer. It was them or me and I wanted to live.

The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.

It's incredible how much stamina you can find when you're fighting and enemy in battle, even if that enemy is just in your imagination.

No, every person on this planet has darkness inside them. Buried so deep that only you know it's there when your world is coming to an end. Oh, but it's there. It's always there.

Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.

When you're locked up in here for life, you learn to welcome the little freedoms.

You don't have friends in here, you'll soon come to understand that. You get attached to someone, then you'll just lose them. They'll get shanked or they'll jump or they'll be taken one night.

Knackered inmates are easier to control than pumped-up ones. And dead inmates are even easier to control, if you follow me.

What good is having an imagination if you don't use it?

Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you.

Between Monday and Saturday men make an audience. On Sunday, they make a congregation.

You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.

Heaven ne'er helps the men who will not act.

I am quite my own master, agreeably lodged, perfectly easy in my circumstances. I am contented with my situation, and happy because I think myself so.

What I wanted to do was play the guitar but I don't like instrumental rock. I think it is tripe.

In America, one of our challenges, historically, is that we have very low voting rates, even during presidential elections.

When it was time for a player to go, he went.

Unquiet souls. In the dark fermentation of earth, in the never idle workshop of nature, in the eternal movement, yea shall find yourselves again.