“The fruit tasted foreign but indigenous, like sunlight a tree had changed through patience.”

“He had, they said, tasted in succession all the apples of the tree of knowledge, and, whether from hunger or disgust, had ended by tasting the forbidden fruit.”

“You look like a boy who has eaten the fruit of the tree of knowledge and doesn't like the taste.”

“A botanist would have been stumped, coming across a tree like this one. Yet, if we are to judge a tree by its fruit, it was clearly an avocado. I picked the fruit, sliced it open, and tasted it to make sure. There was no doubt in my mind. If it looks like an avocado and tastes like an avocado, it has got to be an avocado. However, the tree itself had a white bark like that of a birch and its sap tasted like birch juice. Its leaves were delicate like that of a cypress, while its trunk and the root system reminded me of a baobab. Could it be that someone had grafted an avocado on to a baobab tree? And if so, why the bark so white and the leaves so, well, feathery, and delicate yet bold like a dragonfly’s wing? Why is there not another tree like it nearby? Where had the seed of this tree come from? I had no answer. So, I put the seed of the fruit in my pocket and took it home with me to see if I could make it grow.”

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll change my mind. Forbidden fruit tastes sweetest. - Alysandir Mackinnon”

“Fleeting joy and fading ecstasy, here it goes again, oh,Sneaking fruit from the forbidden tree, sweet taste of sin”