Often, moreover, it is...that aspect of our being that society finds eccentric, ridiculous, or disagreeable, that holds our sweet waters, our secret well of happiness, the key to our equanimity in malevolent climes. Tom Robbins More Quotes by Tom Robbins More Quotes From Tom Robbins Very few people can write in a crowd. This is a very solitary occupation. I have known people more talented than me who never made it. And the primary reason was always that they couldn't stand to be alone for several hours a day. Any writer worth anything has mastered the art. The art of solitude. Tom Robbins writing people art ...to emphasize the afterlife is to deny life. To concentrate on Heaven is to create hell. In their desperate longing to transcend the disorderliness, friction, and unpredictability that pesters life; in their desire for a fresh start in a tidy habitat, germ-free and secured by angels, religious multitudes are gambling the only life they may ever have on a dark horse in a race that has no finish line. Tom Robbins horse religious life Does koala bear poop smell like cough drops? Tom Robbins koalas poop smell I removed the freeway from its temporal context. Overpasses, cloverleafs, exit ramps took on the personality of Mayan ruins for me. Without destination, without cessation, my run was often silent and empty; there were no increments, no arbitrary graduations reducing time to functional units. I abstracted and purified. Tom Robbins arbitrary personality running Love is the ultimate outlaw. Tom Robbins outlaw ultimate love-is There's probably no subject with quite so many conflictin' opinions about it as there are about food, and 'tis better to swap bubble gum with a rabid bulldog than challenge a single one o' the varyin' beliefs your average human holds about nutrition. Tom Robbins bulldogs challenges average Zippers are primal and modern at the very same time. On the one hand, your zipper is primitive and reptilian, on the other, mechanical and slick. A zipper is where the Industrial Revolution meets the Cobra Cult. Tom Robbins zippers revolution hands Eighty percent of love is smell. Tom Robbins eighty smell love-is There is a similarity between juggling and composing on the typewriter. The trick is, when you spill something, make it look like a part of the act. Tom Robbins still-life-with-woodpecker typewriters looks If one yearns to see the face of the Divine, one must break out of the aquarium, escape the fish farm, to go swim up wild cataracts, dive in deep fjords. One must explore the labyrinth of the reef, the shadows of the lily pads. How limiting, how insulting to think of God as a benevolent warden, an absentee hatchery manager who imprisons us in the 'comfort' of artificial pools, where intermediaries sprinkle our restrictive waters with sanitized flakes of processed nutriment. Tom Robbins fjords god thinking Survival is not important. What matters is how you survive. Tom Robbins what-matters survival important A spirit cannot soar with only one wing. Tom Robbins soar spirit wings What is politics, after all, but the compulsion to preside over property and make other peoples' decisions for them? Tom Robbins barricades compulsion decision Outlaws are can openers in the supermarket of life. Tom Robbins still-life-with-woodpecker supermarkets outlaw I sweet potato what I sweet potato. Tom Robbins sweet-potatoes potatoes sweet But the center can be a harmful place for one who has lived so long on the edge.... Normality is the Great Neurosis of civilization. Tom Robbins neurosis civilization long From the outside, my life may look chaotic, but inside I feel like some kind of monk licking an ice cream cone while straddling a runaway horse. Tom Robbins ice-cream horse looks If you were Jesus with missing years to kill where would you go? Tom Robbins missing years jesus The winter passed as slowly and peacefully as a boa constrictor digesting a valium addict. Tom Robbins valium addict winter Love makes the world go 'round, it's true, but lust stops the world in its tracks; love renders bearable the passage of time, lust causes time to stand still, lust kills time, which is not to say that it wastes it or whiles it aimlessly away but rather that it annihilates it, cancels it, extirpates it from continuum; preventing, while lasts, any lapse into the tense and shabby woes of temporal society, lust is the thousand-pound odometer needle on the dashboard of the absolute. Tom Robbins track lust world
