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.
If you have a choice of two things and can't decide, take both.
The fall of man stands a lie before Beethoven, a truth before Hitler.
But when the conquered spirit breaks free And indicates a new light Who'll take care of the cats?
Ah, if I were dictator I'd have poets throwing bombs!
The lucky thing was that I was Italian; when the other Italians saw me fight back, they came to my defence.