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

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

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

If you have a choice of two things and can't decide, take both.

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

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.

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