A few more quotes for those who would like them:

When she went by, perfumed and heavily plastered with paint, wearing 
loud and garish clothes, in the streets of Alexandria, Beirut, 
Constantinople, and saw women giving the breast to their babies, her 
own breasts tingled and swelled, her nipples stood out, asking for a 
tiny childlike mouth as well.
        ‹Nikos Kazantzakis. Zorba the Greek. Chapter 19

Greasy-faced children popped-the-whip through the crowd, and babies 
lunched at their mothers¹ breasts.
        ‹Harper Lee. To Kill a Mockingbird. Chapter 16

Judge Taylor was the only person in the courtroom who laughed.  Even 
the babies were still, and I suddenly wondered if they had been 
smothered at their mothers¹ breasts.
        ‹Harper Lee. To Kill a Mockingbird. Chapter 18

It is true, a child just dropped from its dam, may be supported by her 
milk for a solar year, with little other nourishment;
        ‹Jonathan Swift. A Modest Proposal

I think that I shall never see,
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth¹s sweet flowing breast.
        ‹Joyce Kilmer. Trees

Jack Newman, MD, FRCPC