Nothing is over and done with. Nothing. Not even your malice.

As long as I am nothing but a ghost of the civil dead, I can do nothing.

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.

I am at this moment thirty-seven years old. Since aged twelve I have been free the sum total of nine and a half months.

When I'm forced by circumstances to be in a crowd of prisoners, it's all I can do to refrain from attack.

The only serious crime I have ever committed in free society was bank robbery during the time I was a fugitive.