“Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.”

“Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.”

“It's morning in Bethany and God is hungry God wants His breakfast. He comes to a fig tree. It's not the season for figs so the tree has no figs. God is peeved. The Son mutters "May you never bear fruit again " and instantly the fig tree withers. So says Matthew backed up by Mark. I ask you is it the fig tree's fault that it's not the season for figs What kind of thing is that to do to an innocent fig tree whither it instantly I couldn't get Him out of my head. Still can't. I spent three solid days thinking about Him. The more He bothered me the less I could forget Him. And the more I learned about Him the less I wanted to leave Him.”

“Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie underthem, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.”

“Character is like a tree and reputation its shadow. The shadow is what we think it is and the tree is the real thing.”

“I don't get it. It's a bunch of trees with leaves.”