"What's a long time? I been here forty-two years. Can you believe that? Forty-two years in this shithole. Be forty-three years in September, but I expect to be out of here by then. Moved to smaller quarters." He laughed again and it turned into a coughing fit and he reached for the handkerchief. He got the cough under control and said, "Smaller quarters, like a box about six feet long, you know what I mean?"
"I guess it helps to joke about it."
"Naw, it don't help," he said. "Nothing helps."
A Dance at the Slaughterhouse (1992) - Lawrence Block