Those people who recognize that imagination is reality’s master, we call sages, and those who act upon it, we call artists.
They coil around each other, the light and the darkness, and they absorb each other continuously, yet they never cancel each other out.
There are many things worth living for, a few things worth dying for, and nothing worth killing for.
There are essential and inessential insanities. The later are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon.
The problem starts at the secondary level, not with the originator or developer of the idea but with the people who are attracted to it, who adopt it, who cling to it until their last nail breaks, and...
The loony legacy of money was that the arithmetic by which things were measured had become more valuable than the things themselves.
Talent was merely the underpinnings. To be an artist, you also had to have nerve. And to maintain nerve, you had to have drive.
She had heard of men who rejected the gods, who professed not to believe, but here was a believer who refused to grovel, a man who stood up to Shiva, to Buddha, to the gods of his own race, whoever th...
Salvador Dali and fifty cents will get you a cup of clock melt.
Pious dogma, if allowed to flourish, will always drive magic away.
Peeple of zee wurl, relax
Our religion, our party, our tribe, our town, our school, our race, our nation. Believe. Belong. Behave. Or Be damned.
One of the other musicians said that the tambourine is a female due to the fact that it makes a pretty jingle and is designed to be spanked. That is the more recent, patriarchal attitude, I suppose.
Now, my all-time favorite accolade from a book reviewer was when Fernanda Pivano, Italy’s best-known critic, wrote in a leading Italian newspaper that Tom Robbins is the most dangerous writer in the w...
Nature is not infallible. Nature makes mistakes. That's what evolution is all about: growth by trail and error. Nature can be stupid and cruel. Oh, my, how cruel! That's okay. There's nothing wrong wi...
Maybe the affecting aspect was that Madame Ko's tanukis sparked in an onlooker's muscles a kinetic memory of the innocent freedom of early childhood, when one could let one's body go all akimbo on the...
Long as you’re not afraid, nobody can run your life for you. Remember that. Hell is being scared of things.
Life still begins in the womb, cocky erections still collapse and lie useless when woman’s superior sexuality is finished with them, but men control the divine channels now, and while that control may...
It’s been said that golf is a Zen activity. I’d argue that if golfers were practicing Zen, they wouldn’t keep score.
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 parachut...