Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.

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.

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.

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

If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved.

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

Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.