Tom Robbins Quotes

Life is merely a fraction of a second. An infinitely small amount of time to fulfill our desires, our dreams, our passions.

Love is the thing that you pursue because it's the thing that gives you all this life, or you believe that, anyway.

Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.

We may think we live for wisdom, but in fact we're living for the the pleasure wisdom brings us.

Life is seductive, yet so few allow themselves to be seduced.

Quench love, and what is left of a man's life but the folding of a few jointed bones and square inches of flesh? Who would call that life?

Wherever your joy is, go after it, ... pretty ladies.

To play piano is a significant part of my life, my existence. It fulfills a very physical & spiritual need for me.

It is in virtue of his own desires and curiosities that any man continues to exist with even patience, that he is charmed by the look of things and people, and that he wakens every morning with a renewed appetite for work and pleasure. Desire and curiosity are the two eyes through which he sees the world in the most enchanted colours...and the man may squander his estate and come to beggary, but if he keeps these two amulets he is still rich in the possibilities of pleasure.

Not everything about me is cute." "That's true, some things are cute. The rest are sexy. Astonishing, agonizingly sexy. It's a wonder I can get anything done at all, when all I ever think about is the way your lips taste or how your fingertips feel on my skin or how your legs are..." "Adrian, shut up.

Lessons of Life: When you stop yearning, When you stop aspiring. You stop living.

And for a breath of ecstasy / Give all you have been, or could be.

Everything amounts to nothing if you don't love someone or something.

Some days I pray to the God of sex and drums and rock and roll.

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation. In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said, what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?

An attack on the roots of passion means an attack on the roots of life.

There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.

If you don’t think you have the blues, just keep living.

The important thing, I think, is not to be bitter. You know, if it turns out that there is a God, I don't think that he's evil. I think that the worst thing you could say about him is that basically he's an underachiever. After all, you know, there are worse things in life than death.

Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death.

Still...you turn me on

Sex contains all, Bodies, Souls, meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations, Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk; All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, All the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth, All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex, as parts of itself, and justifications of itself.

No matter how much you know, no matter how much you think, no matter how much you plot and you connive and you plan, you're not superior to sex. It's a very risky game.... It's sex that disorders our normally ordered lives.

Desire, both the whispers and the shouts, is the map we have been given to find the only life worth living.