Prison Guard: Your painting privileges have been removed.
Doc: Why?
Prison Guard: I don't know.
Frank Morris: There's always the possibility that some asshole will be offended. Isn't there?
Litmus: What's your name kid?
Charley Butts: Charley Butts.
Litmus: Charley's Butt? Hahahah, you got a pretty friggin' funny name kid.
Charley Butts: Oh yeah? What's yours?
Litmus: Al Capone.
Prison Guard: Welcome to Alcatraz.
Frank Morris: Tell me, you stopped killing white people?
English: Why?
Frank Morris: Well, next time I wouldn't turn my back on ya.
Charley Butts: How you doing neighbor? I'm Charlie Butts.
Prison Guard: D-Block, Morris.
Frank Morris: But he came at me.
Prison Guard: I said, D-Block.
Wolf: I'm Wolf. Where did they transfer you from?
Frank Morris: Atlanta.
Wolf: Nice town, Atlanta.
Frank Morris: I never saw it.
Frank Morris: Wolf wanted to get friendly. I didn't.
English: Ten years ago, I was in this bar in Alabama when two dudes started hassling me. That was their first mistake. They pulled knives. That was their second mistake. They didn't know how to use them. That was the last mistake they ever made. I got two 99-year sentences, back to back.
Frank Morris: Seems like you could've pleaded self-defense.
English: The dudes were white, man. Just like you.
Warden: Some men are destined never to leave Alcatraz... alive.
Wolf: I'm lookin' for a new punk.
Frank Morris: Good luck.
Wolf: You don't understand. I just found her.
Frank Morris: Here. Put that in your report.
English: Sometimes I think that's all this place is. One... long... count. The prisoners count the hours, the bulls count the prisoners and the king bulls count the counts.
Prison Guard: Is something burning?
Frank Morris: What? I don't smell nothing.
Prison Guard: It must be my imagination. Working nights really gets to you.
Frank Morris: You should try it from my side.
Frank Morris: No forks. Hey, no forks?
Litmus: You see any? You want your pasta? Hey fresh fish, do you want your pasta?
Frank Morris: You see any?
Wagner: What'd you order this stuff for? You don't look like the painting type to me.
Charley Butts: You wouldn't know talent if it looked you in the face.
Wagner: Well I'm looking you in the face and I don't see jack shit.
Answer: Those were the solitary confinement cells, with no light and no luxuries of any kind. So yes, they did not allow inmates on that block to have books.
This is inaccurate as a light in each cell was turned on at 6:30 every morning in solitary confinement at Alcatraz.