Lancelot Armstrong wrote on death row:

Sometimes I sit quietly on the edge of my bed, here in my solitary confinement cell, looking around me and up, from where the loneliness and the dark cloud of despair come over me ... Then again I remember what is more important and concentrating every day on what we get and what is being done to us. No matter how dark my days and nights may be, no matter how much my prison of steel and stone isolates me from the world, a world whose lies are as sharp as razor blades and as wounding as barbed wire. And no matter how alone and hopeless I may feel, all of this disappears quickly when my lonely existence is briefly touched by people like you, who touch me so generously and compassionately, with the best that humanity can mean.

Lancelot Armstrong