It was autumn, the springtime of death. Rain spattered the rotting leaves, and a wild wind wailed. Death was singing in the shower. Death was happy to be alive. The fetus bailed out without a parachute. It landed in the sideline Astroturf, so upsetting the cheerleaders that for the remained of the afternoon their rahs were more like squeaks.
Tom RobbinsIf 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.
Tom RobbinsThe mission of the artist in an over-technologi zed society, is to call the old magic back to life.
Tom RobbinsThere are many things worth living for, a few things worth dying for, and nothing worth killing for.
Tom RobbinsIf thereโs a thing, a scene, maybe, an image that you want to see real bad, that you need to see but it doesnโt exist in the world around you, at least not in the form that you envision, then you create it so that you can look at it and have it around, or show it to other people who wouldnโt have imagined it because they perceive reality in a more narrow, predictable way. And thatโs it. Thatโs all an artist does.
Tom Robbins