“I am not a good enough writer to convey the intense emotion I felt over my newfound self-respect. It was a rehabilitation, if not a new life. This imaginary baptism, the immersion in purity, the elevation of my being above… — Henri Charrière Copy Share Image
“The tears in my pus-filled eyes became a thousand little crystals of ever color. Like stained-glass windows, I thought. God is with you today, Papi! In the midst of nature's monstrous elements, in the wind, the immenseness of the sea, the depth of the waves, the imposing green roof of the bush, you feel your own infinitesimal smallness, and perhaps… — Henri Charriere Copy Share
“I must prove that I can be, that I am and will be, a normal person. Perhaps no better, but certainly no worse than… — Henri Charrière Copy Share Image
“We have too much technological progress, life is too hectic, and our society has only one goal: to invent still more technological marvels to make life even easier and better. The craving for every new scientific discovery breeds a hunger for greater comfort and the constant struggle to achieve it. All that kills the soul, kills compassion, understanding, nobility. It… — Henri Charrière Copy Share
“Sleep in peace, you members of the jury who condemned me to this place; sleep in peace,” — Henri Charrière Copy Share Image
“He agreed that I should buy another dictionary or, better yet, a phrase book with standard Spanish expressions. He also suggested that it would… — Henri Charrière Copy Share Image
“I am not a good enough writer to convey the intense emotion I felt over my newfound self-respect. It was a rehabilitation, if not… — Henri Charrière Copy Share Image
“It was worth having made this break for the people, the human beings it had brought me into contact with. Although it had failed,… — Henri Charrière Copy Share Image
“I’ve known this a long time, because when Napoleon III created the bagnes and was asked: “But who will guard these bandits?” he answered:… — Henri Charrière Copy Share Image
“This was 1941 and I'd been in prison eleven years. I was thirty-five. I'd spent the best years of my life either in a… — Henri Charrière Copy Share Image
