I've wanted somehow to convey to you the sensations - the atmospheric pressure, you might say - of what it is to be seriously a long-term prisoner in an American prison. Jack Henry Abbott americanatmosphericconvey Change image and share on social
Imagine a thousand more such daily intrusions in your life, every hour and minute of every day, and you can grasp the source of this paranoia, this anger that could consume me at any moment if I lost control. Jack Henry Abbott angerconsumecontrol share on social
That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life. Jack Henry Abbott dayhurtinside Change image and share on social
The part of me which wanders through my mind and never sees or feels actual objects, but which lives in and moves through my passions and my emotions, experiences this world as a horrible nightmare. Jack Henry Abbott actualemotionexperience Change image and share on social
When they talk of ghosts of the dead who wander in the night with things still undone in life, they approximate my subjective experience of this life. Jack Henry Abbott approximatedeadexperience Change image and share on social
Nothing is over and done with. Nothing. Not even your malice. Jack Henry Abbott malice Change image and share on social
I have been desperate to escape for so many years now, it is routine for me to try to escape. Jack Henry Abbott desperateescaperoutine Change image and share on social
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there. Jack Henry Abbott difficultlongprison Change image and share on social
One morning I woke up and was plunged into psychological shock. I had forgotten I was free. Jack Henry Abbott forgetfreemorning Change image and share on social
As long as I am nothing but a ghost of the civil dead, I can do nothing. Jack Henry Abbott civildeadghost Change image and share on social
