“WHAT A CONCUBINE SHOULD NEVER SAY: You wanna swing? Fine! See that tree branch? The one with the rope...”

“I’ll tell you something,' he said, as if he had said nothing that day. 'You’re walking on gallows ground, and there’s a rope around your neck and a raven-bird on each shoulder waiting for your eyes, and the gallows tree has deep roots, for it stretches from heaven to hell, and our world is only the branch from which the rope is swinging.”

“The tree of nonsense is watered with error, and from its branches swing the pumpkins of disaster.”

“WHAT A CONCUBINE SHOULD NEVER SAY:In your case, ED is not a man's name.”

“There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit.”

“When you look at a tree, se it for its leafs, its branches, its trunk and the roots, then and only then will you see the tree”