The first thunderstorm of the season was in the dressing room, donning its black robes and its necklace of hailstones, strapping on its electrical sword.
Tom RobbinsOh God, are there so many of them in our land! Students who canโt be happy until theyโve graduated, servicemen who canโt be happy until they are discharged, single folks who canโt be happy until theyโve found a mate, workers who canโt be happy until theyโve retired, adolescents who arenโt happy until theyโre grown, ill people who arenโt happy until theyโre well, failures who arenโt happy until they succeed, restless who canโt wait until they get out of town, and in most cases, vice versa, people waiting, waiting for the world to begin.
Tom RobbinsI could say I believe in every drop of rain that . . . Well, I believe life is a Zen koan, that is, an unsolvable riddle. But the contemplation of that riddle--even though it cannot be solved--is, in itself, transformative. And if the contemplation is of high enough quality, you can merge with the divine.
Tom RobbinsOur individuality is all, all, that we have. There are those who barter it for security, those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment of the whole society, but blessed in the twinkle of the morning star is the one who nurtures it and rides it in, in grace and love and wit, from peculiar station to peculiar station along life's bittersweet route.
Tom Robbins