All of us prisoners, in this time of our troubles.

There was a boy there, a prisoner, and for a long while, I used to visit him every day.

However, it soon grew clear that the hour of emancipation for that little prisoner of the flesh was to arrive earlier than her worst misgivings had conjectured.

Naturally, the prisoners think that the shadows are real things.

We are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.