I thought that all generations were lost by something and always had been and always would be

“Wipe the pap of your mother's breast off thy lips and give me a hatful of that …”

“Then as I was getting up to the Closerie des Lilas with the light on my old fri…”

“I am thee and thou art me and all of one is the other.”

“خوبتر از اون بود که موندنی باشه.”