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Even Cowgirls Get the Blues by Tom Robbins
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it was amazing
bookshelves: i-own-it, drugs, hippie-shit, read-in-2012, favorites, i-love-tom-robbins, best-of-2012, troubled-women
Read from March 14 to April 10, 2012

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Tom Robbins
“There are many things worth living for, a few things worth dying for, and nothing worth killing for.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“A book no more contains reality than a clock contains time. A book may measure so-called reality as a clock measures so-called time; a book may create an illusion of reality as a clock creates an illusion of time; a book may be real, just as a clock is real (both more real, perhaps, than those ideas to which they allude); but let's not kid ourselves - all a clock contains is wheels and springs and all a book contains is sentences.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
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Tom Robbins
“This sentence is made of lead (and a sentence of lead gives a reader an entirely different sensation from one made of magnesium). This sentence is made of yak wool. This sentence is made of sunlight and plums. This sentence is made of ice. This sentence is made from the blood of the poet. This sentence was made in Japan. This sentence glows in the dark. This sentence was born with a caul. This sentence has a crush on Norman Mailer. This sentence is a wino and doesn't care who knows it. Like many italic sentences, this one has Mafia connections. This sentence is a double Cancer with a Pisces rising. This sentence lost its mind searching for the perfect paragraph. This sentence refuses to be diagrammed. This sentence ran off with an adverb clause. This sentence is 100 percent organic: it will not retain a facsimile of freshness like those sentences of Homer, Shakespeare, Goethe et al., which are loaded with preservatives. This sentence leaks. This sentence doesn't look Jewish... This sentence has accepted Jesus Christ as its personal savior. This sentence once spit in a book reviewer's eye. This sentence can do the funky chicken. This sentence has seen too much and forgotten too little. This sentence is called "Speedoo" but its real name is Mr. Earl. This sentence may be pregnant. This sentence suffered a split infinitive - and survived. If this sentence has been a snake you'd have bitten it. This sentence went to jail with Clifford Irving. This sentence went to Woodstock. And this little sentence went wee wee wee all the way home.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“Purpose! Purposes are for animals with a hell of a lot more dignity than the human race! Just hop on that strange torpedo and ride it to wherever it's going”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“Love is dope, not chicken soup.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“Sometimes one gets the idea that life thinks it's still living in Paris in the thirties.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“Water- the ace of elements. Water dives from the clouds without parachute, wings or safety net. Water runs over the steepest precipice and blinks not a lash. Water is buried and rises again; water walks on fire and fire gets the blisters.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“What looks to be a wisp of cloud is actually the moon, narrow and pale like a paring snipped from a snowman's toenail.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“It is not a belly button. (The umbilicus serves, then withdraws, leaving but a single footprint where it stood: the navel, wrinkled and cupped, whorled and domed, blind and winking, bald and tufted, sweaty and powdered, kissed and bitten, waxed and fuzzy, bejeweled and ignored; reflecting as graphically as breasts, seeds or fetishes the omnipotent fertility in which Nature dangles her muddy feet, the navel looks in like a plugged keyhole to the center of our being, it is true, but O navel, though we salute your motionless maternity and the dreams that have gotten tangled in your lint, you are only a scar, after all; you are not it.)”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“In school you learn that it is the thumb that separates human beings from the lower primates. The thumb is an evolutionary triumph. Because of his thumbs, man can use tools; because he can use tools he can extend his senses, control his environment and increase in sophistication and power. The thumb is the cornerstone of civilization!”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“South Richmond was a neighborhood of mouse holes, lace curtains, Sears catalogs, measles epidemics, baloney sandwiches- and men who knew more about the carburetor than they knew about the clitoris.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“There have been cans of dog food more splendiferous than South Richmond. Land mines more tender.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“Sissy dear. Your thumbs. HOLLYWOOD SPECTACULAR. LAS VEGAS. THE ROSE BOWL. Larger than any one man's desire.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“Hitchhiking is not a sport. It is not an art. It certainly isn't work, for it requires no particular ability not does it produce anything of value. It's an adventure, I suppose, but a shallow ignoble adventure.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“When I was younger, before this layoff which has nearly finished me, I hitchhiked one hundred and twenty-seven hours without stopping, without food or sleep, crossed the continent twice in six days, cooled my thumbs in both oceans and caught rides after midnight on unlighted highways, such was my skill, persuasion, rhythm. I set records and immediately cracked them; went farther, faster than any hitchhiker before or since.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“I began to hitchhike in something akin to geological time: slow, ancient, vast.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“I removed the freeway from its temporal context. Overpasses, cloverleafs, exit ramps took on the personality of Mayan ruins for me. Without destination, without cessation, my run was often silent and empty; there were no increments, no arbitrary graduations reducing time to functional units. I abstracted and purified.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“I have hitched and hiked over every state and half the nations, through blizzards and under rainbows, in deserts and cities, backward and side-ways, upstairs, downstairs and in my lady's chamber.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“With me, something different and deep, in bright focus and pointing the way, arrived in the practice of hitchhiking. I am the spirit and the heart of hitchhiking, I am its cortex and its medulla, I am its foundation and its culmination, I am the jewel in its lotus.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“Your author has found love to be the full trip, emotionally speaking; the grand tour: fall in love, visit both Heaven and Hell for the price of one.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“Not aimless. Not in the least. It's just that my aims are different from most. There are plenty of aimless people on the road, all right. People who hitchhike from kicks to kicks, restlessly, searching for something: looking for America, as Jack Kerouac put it, or looking for themselves, or looking for some relation between America and themselves. But I'm not looking for anything. I've found something."

"What is it that you've found?"

"Hitchhiking.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“Under an orchard tree, dropping with cherries, cowgirls lay in the shade. They fed each other fruit. Dark juice dribbled into dimples. Cherry meat stained smiles and nostrils.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“If you could buckle your Bugs Bunny wristwatch to a ray of light, your watch would continue ticking but the hands wouldn't move. That's because at the speed of light there is no time. Time is relative to velocity. At high speeds, time is literally stretched. Since light is the ultimate in velocity, at light-speed time is stretched to its absolute and becomes static. Albert Einstein figured that one out.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“They caressed one another until their hides shone. They embraced until their 206 bones squeaked like mice. Their bed was a boat in a weird sea.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“Politics is for people who have a passion for changing life but lack a passion for living it.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“A sneeze travels at a peak velocity of two hundred miles per hour. A burp, more slowly; a fart, slower yet. But a kiss thrown by fingers- its departure is sudden, its arrival ambiguous, and there is no source that can state with authority what speeds are reached in its flight.”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Tom Robbins
“Perhaps everything was connected to everything, in a discernible if nebulous way, and if one might only trace the fibers and filaments of those connections, one might... One might what? Observe the Grand Design? Untangle all the puppet strings and discover whose hands (or claws) are pulling them? End the ancient search for order and meaning in the universe?”
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues


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