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Tom Robbins Quotes - Page 8

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Early religions were like muddy ponds with lots of foliage. Concealed there, the fish of the soul could splash and feed. Eventually, however, religions became aquariums. Then hatcheries. From farm fingerling to frozen

Early religions were like muddy ponds with lots of foliage. Concealed there, the fish of the soul could splash and feed. Eventually, however, religions became aquariums. Then hatcheries. From farm fingerling to frozen fish stick is a short swim.

Aquariums, Swim, Soul

Tom Robbins (2003). “Skinny Legs and All”, p.194, Bantam

What an electric heater perched upon the rim of the bathtub of the world that dead Jesus was.

Jesus, World, Electric

Tom Robbins (2003). “Another Roadside Attraction”, p.250, Bantam

People are never perfect, but love can be.

People, Perfect, Still Life With Woodpecker

Tom Robbins (2003). “Still Life with Woodpecker”, p.122, Bantam

Those who possess wisdom cannot just ladle it out to every wantwit and jackanapes who comes along and asks for it. A person must be prepared to receive wisdom, or else it will do him more harm than good. Moreover, a lout thrashing about in the clear waters of wisdom will dirty those waters for everyone else.

Dirty, Water, Harm

Tom Robbins (2003). “Jitterbug Perfume”, p.113, Bantam

Except in the areas of civil rights and medical marijuana, the legacy of the sixties counterculture has been largely superficial. Still, though the light has dimmed and gone underground, something in me would like to think the sixties phenomenon was a dress rehearsal for a grander, wider leap in consciousness yet to come.

Marijuana, Thinking, Rights

"The Syntax of Sorcery". Interview with Tony Vigorito, realitysandwich.com. June 6, 2012.

There's no point in saving the world if it means losing the moon.

Mean, Moon, World

Tom Robbins (2003). “Still Life with Woodpecker”, p.122, Bantam

What mattered to Abu was the music of the sentence. 'A shadow does not belong to the object that casts it.' To Abu, it was a little poem. And in general, it was the poetics, the music of things that tossed his confetti.

Shadow, Doe, Littles

There are essential and inessential insanities... Inessential insanities get one in trouble with oneself. Essential insanities get one in trouble with others. It's always preferable to be in trouble with others. In fact, it may be essential.

Insanity, Essentials, May

Tom Robbins (2003). “Still Life with Woodpecker”, p.73, Bantam

Does koala bear poop smell like cough drops?

Koalas, Smell, Poop

The rich are the most discriminated-against minority in the world. Openly or covertly, everybody hates the rich because, openly or covertly, everybody envies the rich. Me, I love the rich. Somebody has to love them. Sure, a lot o’ rich people are assholes, but believe me, a lot o’ poor people are assholes, too, and an asshole with money can at least pay for his own drinks.

Hate, Believe, People

Like the Arthurian years at Camelot, the Sixties constituted a breakthrough, a fleeting moment of glory, a time when a significant little chunk of humanity briefly realised its moral potential and flirted with its neurological destiny, a collective spiritual awakening that flared brilliantly until the barbaric and mediocre impulses of the species drew tight once more the curtains of darkness.

Spiritual, Destiny, Years

Tom Robbins (2003). “Jitterbug Perfume”, p.308, Bantam

Those people who recognise that imagination is reality's master, we call sages, and those who act upon it, we call artists.

Artist, Reality, People

Tom Robbins (2003). “Skinny Legs and All”, p.108, Bantam

If it is committed in the name of God or country, there is no crime so heinous that the public will not forgive it.

Inspirational, Country, Names

Dip a slice of bread in batter. That's September: yellow, gold, soft and sticky. Fry the bread. Now you have October: chewier, drier, streaked with browns. The day in question fell somewhere in the middle of the french toast process.

French Toast, Yellow, Gold

Tom Robbins (2003). “Skinny Legs and All”, p.408, Bantam

...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.

Life, Religious, Horse

Tom Robbins (2003). “Skinny Legs and All”, p.356, Bantam

Certainly that sputterless little candleflame of the mediocre mind known as 'common sense' has never produced anything worth celebrating.

Common Sense, Mind, Mediocrity

Tom Robbins (2003). “Even Cowgirls Get the Blues”, p.137, Bantam

If you're honest, you sooner or later have to confront your values. Then you're forced to separate what is right from what is merely legal. This puts you metaphysically on the run. America is full of metaphysical outlaws.

Running, America, Honest

Tom Robbins (2003). “Still Life with Woodpecker”, p.93, Bantam

You've heard of people calling in sick. You may have called in sick a few times yourself. But have you ever thought about calling in well

Inspiration, People, Sick

It was autumn, the springtime of death.

Autumn, Springtime

One of my books is a hallucinogen, an aphrodisiac, a mood elevator, an intellectual garage door opener, and a metaphysical trash compactor. They'll do everything except rotate your tires.

Book, Doors, Intellectual

According to Hindu cosmology, we're in the kali yuga, a dark period when the cow of history is balanced precariously on one leg, soon to topple. Then there are our new-age friends who believe that this December we're in for a global cage-rattling which, once the dust has settled, will usher in a great spiritual awakening. Most of this apocalyptic noise appears to be just wishful thinking on the part of people who find life too messy and uncertain for comfort, let alone for serenity and mirth.

Spiritual, Believe, Dark

"The Syntax of Sorcery". Interview with Tony Vigorito, realitysandwich.com. June 6, 2012.

Meet me in Cognito, baby. In Cognito, we'll have nothing to hide.

Baby

Tom Robbins (2005). “Villa Incognito”, Bantam

Never be afraid to love, not even when there's a chance you're not being loved in return.

Return, Chance, Afraid To Love

In order to be respected, authority has got to be respectable.

Order, Authority, Respectable

Tom Robbins (2003). “Another Roadside Attraction”, p.281, Bantam

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.

Sweet, Keys, Water

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