And I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.

I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.

The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.

I was having a wonderful time and the whole world opened up before me because I had no dreams.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.