I Didn't Choose Solitude.

The Street Kid In Me Says, "grab The Money And Run - Who Cares Who It's From! Don't Think About Whatever You Have To Do For It Or When You Have To Do It!

The Flamenco Of The Gypsy Has Nothing To Do With The Flamenco For Tourists. Real Flamenco Is Like Sex.

Why Have I Had This Life? If I Knew, I Wouldn't Have Done It

At Sixteen I Get Drafted. When I Read The Draft Notice, I Cry. Not Because I'm A Coward - I'm Not Afraid Of Anyone. But I Don't Want To Kill Or Be Killed.

I Didn't Want To Be Alone, But I Had To Learn That The Dimensions Of My Feelings Are Too Violent. I Had To Learn This.