Quotes About Confinement

Language controls how you are perceived by others, and in that sense, it is a prison.

No one wants to be sent to prison, including me.

I have always believed prison can be very, very good for you but not by the act of deprivation of liberty alone. There has to be more to life inside than that.

I knew early on that I was going to prison for the rest of my life and that there was nothing that no one was going to be able to do to help me.

A man man may dwell so long upon a thought that it may take him prisoner.

Every invalid is a prisoner.

People come from a certain generation and a certain whole way of looking at things, and you really do become a prisoner of your own world.

I don't want to live like a prisoner.

If we go to Chihuahua we must be considered as prisoners of war?

Many of us are in are in our own prisons that aren't made of iron bars.

My movies were the kind they show in prisons and airplanes, because nobody can leave.

I know prisons from the inside.

Prisons function by isolating those of us who are incarcerated from any means of support other than those charged with keeping us imprisoned: first, they physically isolate us from the outside world and those in it who love us; then they work to divide prisoners from one another by inculcating our distrust in one another.

I have as much privacy as a goldfish in a bowl.

She was so small she could make mamba in a telephone booth.

They realize their ultimate doom, but they are fatalists, incapable of resistance or escape. Not one of the present generation has been out of sight of these walls.

You black dog!" A red mist of fury swept across Conan's eyes. "Were I free I'd give you a broken back!

realities that kept the music silent, the dreams in a box.

Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.

Jesus, she said. -Are you in there at all? -I am, Annie, I told her. -Bursting to get out.

I am not normally claustrophobic and my life was not in imminent peril, but something about this shining prison annoyed me out of all proportion to the situation itself.

A prisoner of he who has already slain you once, he thought. No doubt near to his place of power, in a cage built just for me. Bad. Bad. There

Time, the ultimate grandmaster that could never be checkmated. There was no way out of its distended belly.

Time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.