Quotes from Tom Robbins

THE HIGHEST FUNCTION OF LOVE is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being. The

Bandaged in dirty clouds and seeping rabbit milk from a wound in its side, the sun rolls the stone from the tomb of night, to emerge—pale, blinking, but triumphant—into Easter's yard, somewhere between "Coca-Cola" and "IBMmmm.

When civilized people dance they reconnect with their old animal nature. It reminds them that they aren't mechanical chess pieces or rooted trees, but free-flowing meat waves of possibility.

Whether you need the solace of normality more than you need your unique power is a personal matter, which only you may decide. But Sissy, don't let people such as Julian Gitche influence your decision. Julian needs your thumbs, huge and murmuring like the mouths of unexplored rivers – just the way nature made them – even if he isn't wise enough to understand that he needs them.

The underworld persists because society needs it, insists upon it, supports it (at the same time that it denies and persecutes it, of course).

Max's heart made a sound like the sleigh bells on Mrs. Santa Claus's dildo.

Ama yine de müzikal bir ÅŸey bu, küçük bir ÅŸiir

This program is subject to change -- often unexpectedly, sometimes in the batting of an eye. It's the best argument I know against suicide.

Behavioral traits such as curiosity about the world, flexibility of response, and playfulness are common to all young mammals but are rapidly lost with the onset of maturity in all but humans. Humanity has , when it has advanced, not because it was sober, responsible, and cautious, but because it has been playful, and rebellious, and immature.

He said that when you're locked up, smoking a cigarette is like having a friend.

If you're honest, you sooner or later have to confront your values. Then you're forced to separate what is right from what is merely legal. This puts you metaphysically on the run. America is full of metaphysical outlaws. ? Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker

Little devils wrestled with little angels in the innermost chambers of my conscience. The devils cheated, of course, although where my conscience was concerned they were also more familiar with the terrain.

Every fifteen minutes or so the harvest moon would bleed through the tourniquet of cloud cover that conspired to squeeze every droplet of pictorial sentiment out of the Skagit landscape in order that a more refined Chinese moon might brush the countryside. In the aloof washes of moonlight no form seemed to stir.

Mevsimlerden sonbahard?, ölümün ilkbahar?. syf 23

A sausage is an image of rest, peace and tranquility in stark contrast to the destruction and chaos of everyday life.

Giant sunflowers, like junkie scarecrows on the nod dozed in one spot with their dry heads dropped upon their breastbones. Their lives extended another day, flies buzzed everything within their range, monotonously eulogizing themselves, like the patriots who persist in praising the glory of a culture long after it is decadent and doomed.

Turn a mountain upside down, you have a woman. Turn a woman upside down, you have a valley. Turn a valley upside down, you get folk music.

How do you know that?" "Maybe I'm a fucking detective

Her hair was as straight and red as ironed ketchup. Her astonishingly round breast jiggled ever so slightly, like balls balanced on the noses of Valium eating seals.

Since moving to New York, she had been gradually abandoning her old ideas about the nobility of suffering.

O shoe, leather ship that sails our cement rivers and woven seas, steering by the star of fashion, circumnavigating hostile reefs of tar and bubble gum; one hour, a tanker ferrying champagne to a playboy's sip; the next, a raft in the slime; bon voyage, bright barge! May you dock in calm closets, safe from the rape of shoe trees.

When you blow up a major life situation, as I did on two fronts before leaving Richmond, the explosion can leave a hole in your psyche. Nature abhors a vacuum, however, and over time the crater is almost certain to fill in with new wisdom -- or fresh folly. Sometimes it can be a challenge to tell the difference.

You mean you would have me blow up something just because I didn't approve of it? What do you think I am, a vandal? A fascist? A fucking critic?

The moon invented natural rhythm. Civilization uninvented it.