“O God, Mama, I’ve made such a mull of it! What am I to do?”
“A bit o' bread's what I like from one year's end to the other; but men's stomachs are made so comical, they want a change--they do, I know, God help 'em.”
“Dear God, I am only what you made me and I appreciate everything that you gave me, but like, I don't want to do it any more, sort of lost sight of what I'm doing it for.”
“O how wonderful life is, how miraculous, God made this and God made that", "how do you know he doesn't hate what He did: He might even be drunk and not noticing what he went and done tho of course that's not true”
“Astazi a murit mama. Sau poate ieri, nu stiu. Am primit o telegrama de la azil: "Mama decedata. Înmormîntarea mîine.Sincere condoleanþe." Asta nu înseamna nimic. Poate ca a fost ieri.”
“I am so happy, to be your mama.”