“Tunnel vision is caused by an optic fungus that multiplies when the brain is less energetic than the ego.” — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“Perhaps that is why desire causes men calamity. By identifying with our desires and taking them too seriously, we not only increase… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“Simultaneously a frantic, high-tech juggernaut and a timeless Asian dream, Bangkok straddles like no other metropolis the boundary between acrid and sweet,… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Once, in a spasm of sappiness, you asked Q-Jo if she thought your dreams would ever come true. 'You aren't talking about… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“That’s the value of artists, isn’t it? Even when they aren’t aware of it, they’re dreaming our dreams for us.” — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Faites de beaux rêves, monsieur," she called as she put out the light. Switters had always loved that expression, "Make fine dreams."… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Rivers are the primal highways of life. From the crack of time, they had borne men's dreams, and in their lovely rush… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“When we sleep on someone else's pillow, we sometimes find ourselves having that person's dreams. If a married couple switches sides of… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“It was wonderful, Pris." "What was, honey? The meeting? The champagne?" "The eclipse," said Ricki. "It was probably the most real thing… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“Tunnel vision is caused by an optic fungus that multiplies when the brain is less energetic than the ego. It is complicated… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
We all dream profusely every night, yet by morning we've forgotten ninety percent of what went on. That's why poets are such… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“In actuality, myths are neither fiction nor history. Nor are most myths—and this will surprise some people—an amalgamation of fiction and history.… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“Since, on a socio-economic level, there are myriad wrongs that need to be righted, a major problem for the species seems to… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
At birth, we emerge from dream soup. At death, we sink back into dream soup. In between soups, there is a crossing… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“Nonetheless, the fiery dreams did fade, and inside rooms made of clay and painted blue, sweeter visions were nourished.” — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“If a girl wants to grow up to be a cowgirl, she ought to be able to do it, or else this… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
You know what I mean? Real and unreal, beautiful and strange, like a dream. It got me high as a kite, but… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
There are times when we can feel destiny close around us like a fist around a doorknob. Sure, we can resist. But a knob… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
The party in Alobar’s head, which agitation and anxiety were throwing, now was crashed by a notion: existence can be rearranged. — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
The world is a wonderfully weird place, consensual reality is significantly flawed, no institution can be trusted, certainty is a mirage, security a delusion,… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Anyone who maintains absolute standards of good and evil is dangerous. As dangerous as a maniac with a loaded revolver. — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“I believe in everything; nothing is sacred. I believe in nothing; everything is sacred. Ha Ha Ho Ho Hee Hee.” — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“The glue that holds the natural world together appears to be a harmonious balance of opposites: day and night, light and dark, winter and… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Zippers are primal and modern at the very same time. On the one hand, your zipper is primitive and reptilian, on the other, mechanical… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“religion is a paramount contributor to human misery. It is not merely the opium of the masses, it is the cyanide.” — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
She continued weeping until the heat of her tear water, the sheer velocity of its flow, finally obscured the already vague circumstances of its… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
