“How shall I raise dead men up to plow fields that are fallow? How shall I plant young olive trees?”Mikel smiled, and it was a beautiful smile. “One tree at a time,” He said.”
“The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.”
“I went to watch the Buzkasgu game taking place on a series of fields - some fallow, some plowed and planted- just to the east of the empty Buddha niches. Buzkashi is a form of polo played with a dead goat instead of a ball.”
“Society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.”
“Too old to plant trees for my own gratification, I shall do it for my posterity.”
“Louisa raised an eyebrow. "Is he—how shall I put it delicately—a simple man?”