Politics is the art of making the people believe that they are in power, when in fact, they have none.

The media, itself an arm of mega-corporate power, feeds the fear industry, so that people are primed like pumps to support wars on rumor, innuendo, legends, and lies.

If you ain't angry, you ain't paying attention.

The United States is Fast Becoming One of the Biggest Open-Air Prisons on Earth

Many claim that it is insane to resist the system; but actually, it is insane not to.

The state would rather give me an uzi than a microphone.

Very few people in prison have voices that go beyond the wall. It's my job to do the work for them because they have no one.

I spend my days preparing for life, not preparing for death.

The role of television is the illusion of company, noise. I call it the fifth wall and the second window: the window of illusion.

Prison is a second-by-second assault on the soul, a day-to-day degradation of the self, an oppressive steel and brick umbrella that transforms seconds into hours and hours into days.

If the Constitution can be used against one, it can be used against all.

If my heart grows any fonder, it's going to hop out of my chest and into yours.

The one thing I always do is I always brush my teeth before I play. I don't know why.

Is there a mechanism of death, that so mutilates existence no one, gets over it not even the dead?

After September 11th, nations from across the globe offered their generous assistance to the people of New York. And whenever our friends around the world need our assistance, New York is there.

Yet one thing secures us what ever betide, the scriptures assures us that the Lord will provide.

Financial experts are saying we are entering a new chapter in the American economy. I believe it's Chapter 11.

As project chief you are creating a narrative, a story, a good yarn. If you look at the process-journey that way, you and your gang will ... dramatically up the odds of a WOW outcome!

It's really absurd to make... a human image, with paint, today, when you think about it... But then all of a sudden, it was even more absurd not to do it.

The fund of sensible discourse is limited; that of jest and badinerie is infinite.