Books are like imprisoned souls till someone takes them down from a shelf and frees them.
A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that’s unlocked and opens inwards; as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.
Very few men imprisoned for economic crimes or even crimes of passion against the oppressor feel that they are really guilty.
Men might as well be imprisoned, as excluded from the means of earning their bread.
I was at a benefit for some imprisoned students in the ’60s at San Francisco State, and there were lots of poets reading for the benefit: one was Elizabeth Bishop.