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 RobbinsThe mission of the artist in an over-technologi zed society, is to call the old magic back to life.
Tom RobbinsOutlaws, like lovers, poets, and tubercular composers who cough blood onto piano keys, do their finest work in the slippery rays of the moon.
Tom Robbins