Desire makes us all babies again.

Look babies in your eyes, my pretty sweet one.

« When you and I were first born, we were free from all the worldly tags. For us, nothing was good or bad. We were just there at the moment… The baby doesn’t judge you based on past mistakes, future endeavors, color, religion, or social status. The baby is just a cute little creature looking right into your eyes with curiosity. You make funny faces so the baby laughs and when the baby does, it makes you so happy as if you have won a Nobel prize.

Having a baby is like getting a tattoo on your face. You really need to be certain it's what you want before you commit.

Next thing I know, there a baby in my ter-litt!

Well, just look at that girl
With the lights comin' up in her eyes.
She's got to be somebody's baby;
She must be somebody's baby.

Babies, we are told, are the latest news from heaven.

Move into kiss those sweet sugar lips, baby looks just like love.

Having a child is to show an absolute accord with mankind. If I have a child, it's as though I'm saying: I was born and have tasted life and declare it so good that is merits being duplicated.

Anmol tells me from cute I’ve become hot after I’ve had the baby. I think every woman looks hotter after she has had a baby!

I was a sweet, pretty innocent little kid, but it didn't take long for that to change, for the world to beat me down. But when you have a baby, you suddenly realize that in them you can see that innocence and purity again, and you have the opportunity to protect and nurture that instead of being part of the world that beats it down. You get to be there for as long as you live to help support them and keep some of that alive. You know, it's great to be in a position to be the good guy for a change — it's a much better focus.

Ah, babies! They’re more than just adorable little creatures on whom you can blame your farts.

Woman's greatest ideal is a life without work or responsibility - yet who leads such a life but a child? A child with appealing eyes, a funny little body with dimples and sweet layers of baby fat and clear, taut skin - that darling miniature of an adult. It is a child that woman imitates - its easy laugh, its helplessness, its need for protection. A child must be cared for; it cannot look after itself And what species does not, by natural instinct, look after its offspring? It must - or the species will die out. With the aid of skillfully applied cosmetics, designed to preserve that precious baby look; with the aid of helpless, appealing babble and exclamations such as 'Ooh' and 'Ah' to denote astonishment, surprise, and admiration; with inane little bursts of conversation, women have preserved this 'baby look' for as long as possible so as to make the world continue to believe in the darling, sweet little girl she once was, and she relies on the protective instinct in man to make him take care of her.

Feelings of love and gratitude arise directly and spontaneously in the baby in response to the love and care of his mother.