Ama yine de müzikal bir şey bu, küçük bir şiir
Tom RobbinsTag: sıska-bacaklar
I don't think that a novel is supposed to be a guide book to happiness any more than it's supposed to be a journal of one's personal pain and frustration, which most novels are today, unfortunately. I think the novels that are most important are those that are more on the order of those coyotes that howl on the hills outside of town. Something mysterious and wild and hypnotic.
Tom RobbinsIf being alive is not a virtue, then there is little virtue in virtue.
Tom RobbinsTag: virtue
Are you to be an individual, a trespasser in territory none else has had the wit or nerve to explore, or just another troublesome mosquito to be swatted by the authorities?
Tom RobbinsSome families ran their own little version of the Middle East.
Tom RobbinsOn the subject of Egypt, Ellen Cherry was so vague she thought Ramses II was a jazz piano player. From that, we might conclude that she was equally dumb about jazz.
Tom RobbinsThere are smiles that actually travel along telephone wires, although no engineer at Bell Laboratories could explain how it works.
Tom RobbinsTag: smiles
Sentimental memories were like sugar-water icicles.
Tom RobbinsMy heart is a Latin American food stall and your love is a health inspector from Zurich.
Tom RobbinsIt was wonderful, Pris."
"What was, honey? The meeting? The champagne?"
"The eclipse," said Ricki. "It was probably the most real thing I've ever seen, but it was also like a dream. You know what I mean? Real and unreal, beautiful and strange, like a dream. It got me high as a kite, but it didn't last long enough. It ended too soon and left nothing behind."
"That's how it is with dreams," said Priscilla. "They're the perfect crime.
Tag: dreams
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