My father took me back home, back to Greenwich Village, and he thought by taking me out of the orphanage he'd be out of the World War too. But no way - they got him anyway. He went in the Navy and then I lived on the streets.

I remember the people I knew in prison; I was very fortunate to know them - they came from 1910, 1920, 1930.

If you have a choice of two things and can't decide, take both.

Ah, if I were dictator I'd have poets throwing bombs!

The fall of man stands a lie before Beethoven, a truth before Hitler.

I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant

Anyway, I lived on the streets and did pretty good until I got caught stealing, what was it? I kicked in a restaurant window, went in and took all the food that I wanted, and while coming out I was grabbed.