And I Don't Like Books Which Are

I Held Out My Arms To Him And He Came To Me Like A Child.

Nothing Like A Cup Of Tea To Make A Person Feel Better, Man Or Woman.

He Stole Horses' You'll Say To Yourself, 'and He Didn't Care For Women; And But For My Pride I'd Have Been With Him Now.

We're Not Meant For Happiness, You And I.

[referring To The Birds:] Nat Listened To The Tearing Sound Of Splintering Wood, And Wondered How Many Million Years Of Memory Were Stored In Those Little Brains, Behind The Stabbing Beaks, The Piercing Eyes, Now Giving Them This Instinct To Destroy Mankind With All The Deft Precision Of Machines.