It Was A Cold Day

The Machines Men Are So Intent On Making Have Carried Them Very Far From The Old Sweet Things.

Nothing Gives Quite The Satisfaction That Doing Things Brings.

If I Can Write Everything Out Plainly, Perhaps I Will Myself Understand Better What Has Happened.

Father Was Made For Romance. For Him There Was No Such Thing As A Fact.

I'll Do Something, Get Into Some Kind Of Work Where Talk Don't Count. Maybe I'll Just Be A Mechanic In A Shop. I Don't Know. I Guess I Don't Care Much. I Just Want To Work And Keep Quiet. That's All I've Got In Mind.