“Can you believe it's been over seventeen years since I've touched snow? Since I've heard that soft, comforting sound it makes as it crunches beneath your boots? It won't be much longer. I can feel it in my bones. Soon… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
“When we arrived we were met by Peter Jackson and Fran Walsh, both producers of the film. Lorri and I hadn't seen them in… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
“For a split second, I realize completely and absolutely that the season of winter is sentient, that there is an intelligence behind it. There's… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
“I've been keeping an eye out for the Charlie Brown Valentine's Day special. I know it will be on soon, and I never miss… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
“Morphic field. That's what it's called when a certain kind of energy pattern is repeated over and over until it creates something like an… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
“The jail clothes are designed to strip you of any identity and reduce you to a number. You don’t even feel like a human… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
“The memory from Sundance that I hold dearest is a snowball fight. One night I went outside with Lorri, Peter Jackson, and Fran Walsh.… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
“There is no time in prison, unless you create it for yourself. People on the outside seem to believe time passes slowly in prison,… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
“I learned a long time ago that you have to experience something for yourself or you never really comprehend it.” — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
“What I crave more than anything today is to sit at an outdoor cafe on a cool autumn day. I just want to feel… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
“We always watched horror movies. As a child I remember sitting up into the early hours of the morning watching horror movies with my… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
“The older I grow, the more I understand what the burned woman meant. Things I was able to walk through unscathed in my youth… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
“At home I used to walk through emotional wastelands where the lines on craggy faces were so deep that the wind whistled through them.… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
“At least I was capable of knowing there was some other kind of life possible, even if I was having trouble achieving it. They… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
