the slaughterhouse where we had been locked up at night as…

Prisoners have benefited disproportionately from 'rights inflation' - the expansion of human rights into unforeseen nooks and crannies.

— Dominic Raab

The same things that we hurray and support in other places, like people like Nelson Mandela, our prisoners were doing the same thing, and…

— Sekou Odinga

They came to know the incorrigible sorrow of all prisoners and exiles, which is to live in company with a memory that serves no…

— Albert Camus

If you take into account prisoners, a large majority of African American men in some urban areas, like Chicago, have been labeled felons for…

— Michelle Alexander

“The prisoners stand on the other side, three of whom require their own cages. He hands out the Eucharist through a sort of mail…

— Kerry Weber

“This is far from the norm in other countries—like Germany, for instance, which allows (and even encourages) prisoners to vote.”

— Michelle Alexander

“Prisons are about addictions. Most prisoners are casualties of their own habits. They have all created victims, some in cruel and callous ways, but…

— Stephen Reid

Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defence?

— Agatha Christie

“Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in…

— The Eagles

Better to make prime ministers out of prisoners than prisoners out of prime ministers.

— Lord Caradon

“The United States contains less than 5 percent of the world’s population but houses nearly a quarter of the world’s prisoners.”

— Gabor Maté

“It's too bad war makes people disappear like chess pieces, and that prisons turn prisoners into movie endings.”

— Major Jackson

“Any place you don’t want to stay becomes your prison! That’s why there are many prisoners all around the world who look like free…

— Mehmet Murat ildan

What a strange world it is, where prisoners are left their weapons and the written word is a mortal danger.

— Megan Whalen Turner

“I never saw sad men who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners called the sky, And…

— Oscar Wilde