I'm Writing Books. They're Still A Mix

Even A Second Of Freedom Is Worth More Than A Lifetime Of Bondage.

I Hadn't Learned Yet That Everybody's Locked Up Some Way Or Other. That's How Life Is We're All Imprisoned By Something.

What Is The Meaning Of Life?whatever You Want It To Be.

She Feels And She Cries. It Is To Be Admired.

On My First Day In Jail, A Three Hundred Pound Man Named Porterhouse Hit Me In The Back Of The Head With A Metal Tray. I Was Standing In Line For Lunch And I Didn't See It Coming. I Went Down. When I Got Up, I Turned Around And Started Throwing Punches." (james Frey, Pg.1)