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Tom Robbins Quotes - Page 18

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More immediately, by waxing soulful you will have granted yourself the possibility of ecstatic participation in what the ancients considered a divinely animated universe. And on a day to day basis, folks, it doesn't get

More immediately, by waxing soulful you will have granted yourself the possibility of ecstatic participation in what the ancients considered a divinely animated universe. And on a day to day basis, folks, it doesn't get any better than that.

Soul, Waxing, Mystery

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.

Track, Lust, World

Dreams don't come true. Dreams are true.

Dream, True Dreams

Tom Robbins (2006). “Wild Ducks Flying Backward”, p.96, Bantam

Now that I'm in love, I haven't a clue. Now that I'm in love, I'm completely stupid on the subject.

Stupid, Clue, Subjects

Tom Robbins (2003). “Still Life with Woodpecker”, p.99, Bantam

Cant you understand that romanticism is no more an enemy of science than mysticism is? In fact, romanticism and science are good for each other. The scientist keeps the romantic honest and the romantic keeps the scientist human.

Enemy, Facts, Honest

Tom Robbins (2003). “Another Roadside Attraction”, p.166, Bantam

The scientist keeps the romantic honest, and the romantic keeps the scientist human.

Science, Honest, Scientist

Tom Robbins (2003). “Another Roadside Attraction”, p.166, Bantam

Switters was actually quite fond of Seattle's weather, and not merely because of it's ambivalence. He liked it's subtle, muted qualities and the landscape that those qualities encouraged if not engendered: vistas that seemed to have been sketched with a sumi brush dipped in quicksilver and green tea. It was fresh, it was clean, it was gently primal, and mystically suggestive.

Weather, Tea, Quality

Tom Robbins (2003). “Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates”, p.145, Bantam

Well, there's one thing to be said for money. It can make you rich.

Funny, Money, Rich

Tom Robbins (2003). “Jitterbug Perfume”, p.253, Bantam

Hardly a pure science, history is closer to animal husbandry than it is to mathematics in that it involves selective breeding. The principal difference between the husbandryman and the historian is that the former breeds sheep or cows or such and the latter breeds (assumed) facts. The husbandryman uses his skills to enrich the future, the historian uses his to enrich the past. Both are usually up to their ankles in bullshit.

Science, Animal, Past

Tom Robbins (2003). “Another Roadside Attraction”, p.127, Bantam

we've produced a generation of spiritual panhandlers, begging for coins of wisdom, banging like bums on every closed door...if an old man moves into a shack or a cave and lets his beard grow, people will flock from miles around just to read his "no trespassing" sign

Spiritual, Moving, Men

Laughter is holier than piety, freedom is sweeter than fame, and in the end it's love and love alone that really matters.

Love, Wedding, Laughter

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The Divine was expansive, but religion was reductive. Religion attempted to reduce the Divine to a knowable quantity with which mortals might efficiently deal, to pigeonhole it once and for all so that we never had to reevaluate it. With hammers of cant and spikes of dogma, we crucified and crucified again, trying to nail to our stationary altars the migratory light of the world.

Light, Trying, Nails

Tom Robbins (2003). “Skinny Legs and All”, p.479, Bantam

If love eats the donut, does time eat the hole?

Doe, Holes, Donuts

Success can eliminate as many options as failure.

Success, Success Failure

Tom Robbins (2003). “Even Cowgirls Get the Blues”, p.22, Bantam

It is better to be small, colorful, sexy, careless, and peaceful, like the flowers, than large, conservative, repressed, fearful, and aggressive, like the thunder lizards; a lesson, by the way, that the Earth has yet to learn.

Sexy, Peace, Flower

Tom Robbins (2003). “Jitterbug Perfume”, p.280, Bantam

I mean that gods do not limit men. Men limit men.

Mean, Men, Limits

But say you've inflated your soul to the size of a beach ball and it's soaking into the Mystery like wine into a mattress. What have you accomplished? Well, long term, you may have prepared yourself for a successful metamorphosis, an almost inconceivable transformation to be precipitated by your death or by some great worldwide eschatological whoopjamboreehoo. You may have. No one can say for sure.

Beach, Wine, Successful

But do we know how to make love stay?' I can't even think about it. The best I can do is play it day by day.

Thinking, Play, Making Love

Tom Robbins (2003). “Still Life with Woodpecker”, p.109, Bantam

White folks have controlled New Orleans with money and guns, black folks have controlled it with magic and music, and although there has been a steady undercurrent of mutual admiration, an intermingling of cultures unheard of in any other American city, South or North; although there has prevailed a most joyous and fascinating interface, black anger and white fear has persisted, providing the ongoing, ostensibly integrated fete champetre with volatile and sometimes violent idiosyncrasies.

Fear, Gun, Cities

Tom Robbins (2003). “Jitterbug Perfume”, p.360, Bantam

Be your own flying saucer! Rescue yourself!

Flying, Flying Saucers, Rescue

Tom Robbins (2003). “Even Cowgirls Get the Blues”, p.241, Bantam

Leave it to a naive world-saver like you to view our love as a Sacred Cause when in actual fact all it was was some barking at the moon.

Moon, Views, World

Tom Robbins (2003). “Still Life with Woodpecker”, p.191, Bantam

Gods and men create one another, destroy one another, though by different means.

Mean, Men, Different

Tom Robbins (2003). “Jitterbug Perfume”, p.184, Bantam

Perhaps the most terrible (or wonderful) thing that can happen to an imaginative youth, aside from the curse (or blessing) of imagination itself, is to be exposed without preparation to the life outside his or her own sphere - the sudden revelation that there is a there out there.

Blessing, Imagination, Preparation

Tom Robbins (2003). “Jitterbug Perfume”, p.101, Bantam

There is a comfort in conformity, a security in control, that is appealing. There is a thrill in domination, and we are all secretly attracted to violence.

Comfort, Thrill, Violence

Tom Robbins (2003). “Jitterbug Perfume”, p.86, Bantam

You know what I mean? Real and unreal, beautiful and strange, like a dream. It got me high as a kite, but it didn’t last long enough. It ended too soon and left nothing behind.” That’s how it is with dreams,” said Priscilla. “They’re the perfect crime.

Beautiful, Dream, Real

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