When you’re locked up in here for life, you learn to welcome the little freedoms.
Hope-that unshakable golden belief that things can get better- is why I’m here talking to you now. Without it, we are nothing.
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.
Yeah, because you’ll really be showing them, won’t you. Talk about cutting up your wrists to spite your fate.
This thing was what existed before life, before the first stars, before the big bang. It was the emptiness before the universe, and the emptiness that would follow.
As soon as reality breaks, as soon as we’re separated from the phsical world, the cracks begin to appear in our minds. And through them seeps the madness that has always been there, flowing into your skull like a liquid nightmare ..
I guess a little bit hero is enough. A little bit hero is all anyone really needs to be.
You don’t have to be perfect to be good. You can do bad things and still be a good person.
He had always thought that hell would be hot. But here they were, right inside the mouth of it, and it was freezing.
Yeah, save the idiots in government, definitely a priority. He didn’t say it out loud, though.