I Remember The People I

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.

If You Have A Choice Of Two Things And Can't Decide, Take Both.

I Learned Life Were No Dream I Learned Truth Deceived Man Is Not God Life Is A Century Death An Instant

The Lucky Thing Was That I Was Italian; When The Other Italians Saw Me Fight Back, They Came To My Defence.

Spirit Is Life. It Flows Thru The Death Of Me Endlessly Like A River Unafraid Of Becoming The Sea.