Spirit is Life. It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea.

It is a great feeling to know that from a window I can go to books to cans of beer to past loves. And from these gather enough dream to sneak out a back door.

They, that unnamed they, they've knocked me down but I got up. I always get up -- and I swear when I went down quite often I took the fall; nothing moves a mountain but itself. They, I've long ago named them me.

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

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

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

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