It is as if the soul of the continent is weeping. Why does it weep? It weeps for the bones of the buffalo. It weeps for magic that has been forgotten. It weeps for the decline of poets.It weepsfor the… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
“It is as if the soul of the continent is weeping. Why does it weep? It weeps for the bones of the buffalo. It weeps for magic that has been forgotten. It weeps for the decline of poets. It weeps… — 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
