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

But when the conquered spirit breaks free And indicates a new light Who'll take care of the cats?

I moved up over Lower East Side and I was adopted by eight foster parents; I lived all over New York City with these parents, man, till I was about ten years old.

I feel capitol punishment is dooming U.S.A.

The lucky thing was that I was Italian; when the other Italians saw me fight back, they came to my defence.