I'm forbidden fruit. Once you go to certain households, mommy doesn't want you to see that dirty man who sticks his tongue out and spits out blood and all that stuff.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm just like you. I enjoy the forbidden fruits in life, too.
Your descendants shall gather your fruits.
I am sure that in the story of Adam and Eve, the forbidden fruit was a fig and not an apple, pear or anything else.
Sometimes doing the forbidden can be nice.
There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.
The next thing I would mention, and warn you against, is profaneness. This you know is forbidden by God.
If you have a great passion it seems that the logical thing is to see the fruit of it, and the fruit are children.
All kids love to get dirty, but if I wandered into the garage, my father would say: 'Son, you're not going to have filthy hands like mine. You're going into show business.'
When you're in that scene, you really wonder if this is all you're ever going to be. You know how vile and filthy you are inside.
Don't be afraid to go out on a limb. It's where all the fruit is.