the prison system, inherently unjust and inhumane, is the ultimate expression of injustice and inhumanity in the society at large.

You may not be able to change the world, but at least you can embarrass the guilty.

Gracious dying is a huge, macabre and expensive joke on the American public.

[On the United States:] A nation which does not appreciate that the simple elocution exercise 'Merry Mary married hairy Harry' contains not one but three vowel sounds.

Objectivity? I've always had an objective.

Picking other people's brains is an art worth cultivating.

Things on the whole are much faster in America; people don't 'stand for election', they 'run for office.'

Enemies are, to me, as important as friends in my life, and when they die I mourn their passing.

The character and mentality of the keepers may be of more importance in understanding prisons than the character and mentality of the kept.

I have nothing against undertakers personally. It's just that I wouldn't want one to bury my sister.

Growing up in the English countryside seemed an interminable process. Freezing winter gave way to frosty spring, which in turn merged into chilly summer-but nothing ever, ever happened.

Sin is a shameful act.

What makes human life--which is inseparable from this moment--so precious is its fleeting nature. And not that it doesn't last but that it never returns again.

Fearing our confrontations is one thing... facing them unarmed is a completely different matter.

What should worry us is not the number of people that oppose us, but how good their reasons are for doing so.

Actors come up and just blatantly hit on my wife in front of me and don't even look at me.

Congress never loses its capacity to disappoint you.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun.

Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's regular, what normal woman wants affection?

Perhaps the spirit of the Everglades was most evident in the unseen, the hidden, the implied.