Quotes from Tom Robbins

At the typewriter you find out who you are.

The ultimate end of any ideology is totalitarianism.

Wit and playfulness represent a desperately serious transcendence of evil. Humor is both a form of wisdom and a means of survival.

Some marriages are made in heaven, Mine was made in Hong Kong, by the same people who make those little rubber pork chops they sell in the pet department at Kmart.

I show up in my writing room at approximately 10 A.M. every morning without fail. Sometimes my muse sees fit to join me there and sometimes she doesn't, but she always knows where I'll be. She doesn't need to go hunting in the taverns or on the beach or drag the boulevard looking for me.

Logic only gives man what he needs... Magic gives him what he wants.

And what would our ideas of God, of religion, be like if they had come to us through the minds of women? Ever think of that?

Our greatest human adventure is the evolution of consciousness. We are in this life to enlarge the soul, liberate the spirit, and light up the brain.

Outlaws, like lovers, poets, and tubercular composers who cough blood onto piano keys, do their finest work in the slippery rays of the moon.

In order to be respected, authority has got to be respectable.

Philosophers have argued for centuries about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, but materialists have always known it depends on whether they are jitterbugging or dancing cheek to cheek

In order to be respected, authority has got to be respectable.

People write memoirs because they lack the imagination to make things up.

Religion is not merely the opium of the masses, it's the cyanide.

If little else, the brain is an educational toy.

It is never too late to have a happy childhood.

Education is for growth and fulfillment.

To some extent, Seattle remains a frontier metropolis, a place where people can experiment with their lives, and change and grow and make things happen.

In Seattle, I soon found that my radical ideas and aesthetic explorations - ideas and explorations that in Richmond, Virginia, might have gotten me stoned to death with hush puppies - were not only accepted but occasionally applauded.

Maybe most people were fundamentally contradictory. The real people at any rate.

Meditation... disolves the mind. It erases itself. Throws the ego out on its big brittle ass.

Rap music... sounds like somebody feeding a rhyming dictionary to a popcorn popper.

The bottom line is that (a) people are never perfect, but love can be, (b) that is the one and only way that the mediocre and vile can be transformed, and (c) doing that makes it that. We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

There are many things worth living for, there are a few things worth dying for, but there is nothing worth killing for.