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

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.

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!

Ever see moors murderer Ian Brady, study his photos, study Black, study Cannon, study Sutcliffe - study them all! Who says evil is not recognisable?

Why should you live in the past when the present already has everything that you need to start a new beginning?

Don't ever break someone's trust. Once you do, then nobody wants to do business with you.

Women hate each other in science. You know why? Because the few that are around were trained by men. They survived by being twice as good and twice as competitive and twice as badass as the guys.

Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?

If you became grateful, right now, for everything that ever happened in your past, how would that impact your view of the future?

I shared this idea that fashion starts with a movement, an allure: elusive, defined through perfect proportions.

When I started to play consistently and produce consistently, that's when I knew that I could compete and do well in the big leagues.

Anger is a noble infirmity; the generous failing of the just; the one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogative of virtue.

Shunning the upstart shower, / The cold and cursory scrub, / I celebrate the power / That lies within the Tub.

People whose talents are not exploited become disenchanted and disruptive.