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I like to think of myself as a fiction writer who liked art enough to write about it for a while, and then went on to his fiction.

Tom Robbins

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Tom Robbins
Age: 92
Born: 1932
Born: July 22
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Thomas Eugene Robbins
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The only bubble in the flat champagne of February is Valentine’s Day. It was no accident that our ancestors pinned Valentine’s Day on February’s shirt: he or she lucky enough to have a lover in frigid, antsy February has cause for celebration, indeed.
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John Irving once told me he doesn't start a novel until he knows the last sentence. I said, 'My God, Irving, isn't that like working in a factory?'
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The pervasive brutality in current fiction - the death, disease, dysfunction, depression, dismemberment, drug addiction, dementia, and dreary little dramas of domestic discord - is an obvious example of how language in exploitative, cynical or simply neurotic hands can add to the weariness, the darkness in the world.
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Magic things are fond of deceptions.
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I mean that gods do not limit men. Men limit men.
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The more advertising I see, the less I want to buy.
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You know what the game of golf is, don't you? It's basketball for people who can't jump and chess for people who can't think.
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If you take any activity, any art, any discipline, any skill-take it and push it as far as it will go, push it beyond where it has ever been before, push it to the wildest edges of edges, then you force it into the realm of magic.
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Love is dope, not chicken soup.
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The only question is how to make love stay.
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And it rained a fever. And it rained a silence. And it rained a sacrifice. And it rained a miracle. And it rained sorceries and saturnine eyes of the totem.
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On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges.
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Though February lay about her shoulders like a cloak of lead.
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I'll follow him to the ends of the earth,' she sobbed. Yes, darling. But the earth doesn't have any ends. Columbus fixed that.
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This is the room of the wolfmother wallpaper.
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A child's mind is its living room it's is going to be residing there for the rest of its earthly existence.
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If you want your tree to produce plenty o' fruit, you've got to cut it back from time to time. Same thing with your neural cells. Some people might call it brain damage. I call it prunin'.
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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.
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Never be afraid to make a fool of yourself. The furthest out you can go is the best place to be.
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The enemy is the tyranny of the dull mind.
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