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.

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

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

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.

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

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?