theparisreview:

Page from Hunter S. Thompson’s Vietnam notebooks.

theparisreview:

Page from Hunter S. Thompson’s Vietnam notebooks.

“To approach sex carelessly, shallowly, with detachment and without warmth is to dine night after night in erotic greasy spoons. In time, one’s palate will become insensitive, one will suffer (without knowing it) emotional malnutrition, the skin of the soul will fester with scurvy, the teeth of the heart will decay.”
Still Life With Woodpecker by Tom Robbins (via oxfordcomatose)
“That’s all love ever is. Love is not a harpsichord concert in a genteel drawing room. And it sure as hell isn’t Social Security, Laetrile, the Irish Sweepstakes, or roller disco. Love is private and primitive and a bit on the funky and frightening side.”
Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker (via sterlingfink)
“Never underestimate how much assistance, how much satisfaction, how much comfort, how much soul and transcendence there might be in a well-made taco and a cold bottle of beer.”

Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume (via thepost-office)

Austin, Texas

“It doesn’t matter how sensitive you are or how damn smart and educated you are, if you’re not both at the same time, if your heart and your brain aren’t connected, aren’t working together harmoniously, well, you’re just hopping through life on one leg. You may think you’re walking, you may think you’re running a damn marathon, but you’re only on a hop trip. The connections gotta be maintained.”
Tom Robbins (via feelgoodhitofthesarah)
“Our individuality is all, all, that we have. There are those who barter it for security, those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment of the whole society, but blessed in the twinkle of the morning star is the one who nurtures it and rides it in, in grace and love and wit, from peculiar station to peculiar station along life’s bittersweet route.”
Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume (via diaryofacrazychick)
“Whatever else his long, unprecedented life might have been, it had been fun. Fun! If others should find that appraisal shallow, frivolous, so be it. To him, it seemed now to largely have been some form of play. And he vowed that in the future he would strive to keep that sense of play more in mind, for he’d grown convinced that play— more than piety, more than charity or vigilance—was what allowed human beings to transcend evil.”
Jitterbug Perfume, Tom Robbins (via cassandraranaway)

theparisreview:

“The waves rolled in to the concrete beach painted the color of sand. Small children rode the water to the shore, and there among the heads was Gaétan. My son’s face, wide-eyed and afraid. The water pushed him to where he could touch the bottom and he stood, laughing. He raised his fists in the air and shouted, like a man who wins a boxing match, tired and happy. He ran back into the waves. I breathed again. There was still the feeling in my lungs, stopping the air to my chest, but it was melting.

“The dog had grown stiff in my arms. I looked for my daughter and saw her run across the painted beach into the water, her young body in a black bathing suit shining with wet. I leaned my head against the green glass, the warm dog still against my chest. I said thank you for my children and listened to the rushing of the waves that did not stop but came and came again.”

Maile Meloy, from “Aqua Boulevard”
Art Credit Mary Ellen Bartley

stonespassion:

BOWIE,IGGY POP AND RON WOOD

stonespassion:

BOWIE,IGGY POP AND RON WOOD