I would rather be free in my mind, and be locked up in a prison cell, than to be a coward and not be able to say what I want.— Bobby Fischer
Competitive Prison Cells quotations
When thee builds a prison, thee had better build with the thought ever in thy mind that thee and thy children may occupy the cells.
Remember the story of the Spanish prisoner.
For many years he was confined in a dungeon... One day it occurred to him to push the door of his cell. It was open; and it had never been locked.
There'll be moments when I'm out in the prison yard, chatting with the cast and the crew, getting ready to shoot a scene. And then I'll remember if I were actually an inmate, I'd only be out there an hour. The other 23 hours of the day, I'd be in my cell. It's kind of a downer.
Jesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.
A prison cell, in which one waits, hopes.
..and is completely dependent on the fact that the door of freedom has to be opened from the outside, is not a bad picture of Advent.
We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.
Two places in this world make it impossible for a man to escape from himself: a battlefield and a prison cell.
You cannot put a rope around the neck of an idea: you can not put an idea up against a barracks-square wall and riddle it with bullets: you cannot confine it in the strongest prison cell that your slaves could ever build.
The securest place is a prison cell, but there is no liberty
I was sentenced to life plus 30 years by an all-White jury.
What I saw in prison was wall-to-wall Black flesh in chains. Women caged in cells. But we're the terrorists. It just doesn't make sense.
Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.
It is true you cannot eat freedom and you cannot power machinery with democracy.
But then neither can political prisoners turn on the light in the cells of a dictatorship.
Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.
If I'd written all the truth I knew for the past ten years, about 600 people -- including me -- would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.
Cold walls do not a prison make, nor iron bands a bondsman.
A word of advice: If you get the choice between the upper and lower bunks in a cell, choose the lower. Prisons do not turn off their lights at night, and I spent a sleepless night, without a mattress, with a five-hundred-watt bulb shining directly into my eyes.
My contemplation of life and human nature in that secluded place [cell 54 of Cairo Central Prison] taught me that he who cannot change the very fabric of his thought will never, therefore, make any progress.
An intelligent, energetic, educated woman cannot be kept in four walls - even satin-lined, diamond-studded walls - without discovering sooner or later that they are still a prison cell.
And I think about my cell at the Pawiak prison.
During the first week I felt I would not be able to endure a day without a book, without the circle of light under the parafin lamp in the evening, without a sheet of paper, without you. . . .
If life has given us no more than a prison cell, let's at least decorate it as best we can-with the shadows of our dreams, their colourful patterns engraving our oblivion on the static surface of the walls.
We artists are indestructible; even in a prison, or in a concentration camp, I would be almighty in my own world of art, even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell.
The once all-powerful ruler of Iraq was found in a hole, and now sits in a prison cell.
What do people in prison say when they meet new friends? Give me your cell number.
You are so proud of your intelligence," said the master.
"You are like a like a condemned man, proud of the vastness of his prison cell.
I know what it's like to be ignored, and I think that is the big problem about the prison system: These people are being thrown away. There is no sense of rehabilitation. In some places, they are trying to do things. But, in most cases, it's a holding cell.
Who would have ever thought I'd find love, contentment and joy in a prison cell, but I did. I knew that I knew that I knew that day, I'd been released, and I thought to myself, "I need to tell everyone about this" because no one had ever told me.
All my life I had feared imprisonment, the nun's cell, the hospital bed, the places where one faced the self without distraction, without the crutches of other people.
Sometimes the prison of fear is so powerful there’s no need to lock the cell doors. Your fear creates a willingness to self-imprison.
It's hard to say conversation has become a minimal thing, because look at the rise of mobile communications in the last 10 years. It used to be only the President had a mobile phone. Now everyone on earth, even if they have nothing else, they have a cell phone. It's a larger anthropological shift in my mind than even the tattoo age in the United States.
Because I have conducted my own operas and love sheep-dogs;
because I generally dress in tweeds, and sometimes, at winter afternoon concerts, have even conducted in them; because I was a militant suffragette and seized a chance of beating time to The March of the Women from the window of my cell in Holloway Prison with a tooth-brush; because I have written books, spoken speeches, broadcast, and don't always make sure that my hat is on straight; for these and other equally pertinent reasons, in a certain sense I am well known.
If they're in cell block 1A or 1B, these prisoners - they're murderers, they're terrorists, they're insurgents. Many of them probably have American blood on their hands. And here we're so concerned about the treatment of those individuals.
Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: 'It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.
It was when I was in a police cell at the C.
I.D. (Central Intelligence Division) headquarters in Lagos; the cell I was in named The Kalakuta Republic by the prisoners. I found out when I went to East Africa that Kalakuta is a Swahili word that means rascal. So if rascality is going to get us what we want, we will use it; because we are dealing with corrupt people, we have to be rascally with them.
It would be like the films I've seen where wardens would decide to be in a jail cell for a week, to get a sense of what it would be like to be a prisoner.