Writing a novel is not so much a project as a journey, a voyage, an adventure. — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
I finish the book so I can see how it's going to end. I write that first sentence, and if it's the… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“O shoe, leather ship that sails our cement rivers and woven seas, steering by the star of fashion, circumnavigating hostile reefs of… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
I travel in gardens and bedrooms, basements and attics, around corners, through doorways and windows, along sidewalks, over carpets, down drainpipes, in… — 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
