What is politics, after all, but the compulsion to preside over property and make other peoples' decisions for them?
Tom RobbinsAt birth, we emerge from dream soup. At death, we sink back into dream soup. In between soups, there is a crossing of dry land. Life is a portage.
Tom RobbinsThe only authority I respect is the one that causes butterflies to fly south in fall and north in springtime.
Tom Robbins