Hope is not a prison.” Sorrel gently squeezed her arm. “Hope should lessen your fears, not intensify them

Jail's are a spooky place," remarked Bill, trying to match the pace of detective Adam.

"Oh that is nothing in front of the ultimate fear" replied detective Adam.

"Ultimate fear?"

"Funny thing that, the ultimate fear is also the ultimate relief."

"Which is?"

"Death

The best thing—in Shadow's opinion, perhaps the only good thing—about being in prison was a feeling of relief. The feeling that he'd plunged as low as he could plunge and he'd hit bottom. He didn't worry that the man was going to get him, because the man had got him. He was no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring, because yesterday had brought it.

I fear the worst and hope for the best. His glasses were at the house boat. His cellphone was there. His truck keys, his hat was there. He wouldn't leave without those.

While we diminish the stimulant of fear, we must increase to prisoners the incitements of hope, in proportion as we extinguish the terrors of the law, we should awaken and strengthen the control of the conscience.

No longer forward nor behind, I look in hope or fear; But grateful take the good I find, The best of now and here.