Looking back at the years I spent in the asylums, I’m now convinced some of that insanity rubbed off onto me!

Evil is there, out there and in your faces! You have two choices, either run or fight! To run is to die a coward! To fight is to win!

One lunatic in Rampton used to have bouts of hysteria. Where he would let out a scream, and run at a wall and dive headfirst…crash! He was given a crash helmet! (Well it is a mad house.)

A loon thought he was Frank Sinatra and every time Frank came on TV or radio the loon would go mad, impostor!

He got a lovely pair of trainers given off his mum for Christmas, best pair he ever had, but it was the nylon laces that he couldn’t take his eyes off. They found him hanging in his cell!

He was a silent type, very nervy of people: shy, introverted, nobody would believe he could scream so loud…well he did drink a bottle of bleach!

Unlike most I don’t fear prison, never have, never will. Obviously I don’t want it, I hate it, but it’s the hate that drives me on to survive.

Some of the madmen are really fun to be with. I soon learnt to relate to them. I soon became one of them. I ended up the maddest of the mad. There is no madder than myself! Please believe it.

Madness is a bowl of poison cherries, chew them and die, but you die screaming in agony.

A doctor once asked me: 'Charlie, what do you think your problem is?' “Doc, ' I said, '…you’re the problem!

Is Bronson mad! Let me ask you! How else can I be? I’m probably the maddest guy on two legs if the truth was known, but prison will never beat me, I’d sooner die today than allow it too!

After all, inside every woman, no matter how grown up she is, there is still a frightened little girl.

The only thing that differentiates you and me from a couple of fourteen year old pyromaniacs is balistic glass!

What hunger is in relation to food, zest is in relation to life.

The only thing I'm allergic to is criticism.

The greatest gift children can give you is that, for the first time, you're not the center of your own universe.

[…] but I believe that things are extremely complicated, and her looking over me was as complicated as anything could ever be. But it was also incredibly simple.

I can't worry about what other people say.

But in practice, if often comes down to not suffering a loss as big as the huge gain you made a while ago.

Twitter freaks me out. You have followers? It feels so obsessive and proprietary.

I don't like to play the piano. It makes me too attractive.