“Sleeping WrestlerYou are a murdererNo you are not, but really a wrestlerEither way it's just the sameFor from the ring of your entangled bodyClean as leather, lustful as a lilyWill nail me downOn your stout neck like a column, like a pillar of tendonsThe thoughtful forehead(In fact, it's thinking nothing)When the forehead slowly moves and closes the heavy eyelidsInside, a dark forest awakensA forest of red parrotsSeven almonds and grape leavesAt the end of the forest a vineCovers the house where two boysLie in each others arms: I'm one of them, you the otherIn the house, melancholy and terrible anxietyOutside the keyhole, a sunsetDyed with the blood of the beautiful bullfighter EscamilloScorched by the sunset, headlong, headfirstFalling, falling, a gymnastIf you're going to open your eyes, nows the time, wrestler”

“To a BoyBoy,you are a hidden watering place under the treeswhere, as the day darkens, gentle beasts with calm eyesappear one after another.Even if the sun drops flaming at the end of the fields where grass stirs greenlyand a wind pregnant with coolness and night-dew agitates your leafy bush,it is only a premonition.The tree of solitude that soars with ferocity,crowned with a swirling night,still continues in your dark place.─Translated from the Japanese by Hiroaki Sato”

“In the name ofMan, member,and the holy fluid,AMEN”

“Lik the tree falling in the forest," says Ira."Huh?""You know, the old question - if a tree falls in a forest and no one's there to hear it, does it really make a sound?" Howie considers this. "Is it a pine forest, or oak?""What's the difference?""Oak is a much denser wood; it's more likely to be heard by someone on the freeway next to the forest where no one is.”

“Would that I could gather your houses into my hand, and like a sower scatter them in forest and meadow.”

“Is it my imagination, or is there some kind of jealousy thing going on here?"-Inuyasha (gives Inuyasha a really bad look)"It's your imagination."-Sango (Inuyasha tries to hide behind Kagome) "Whatever you say."-Kagome”

“Sometimes you lose your way; you walk in the twilight of a forest; and suddenly you see an old but a beautiful house. And that old mossy house is a good quotation! It is old because it has wisdom; it is beautiful because it gives you a hope!”