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.

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

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

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

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