And you'll sit beside me, and we'll look, not at visions, but at realities.

I would quit while you’re ahead. Really. It’s an awful field. Just torture. Awful. You write and you write, and you have to throw almost all of it away because it’s not any good. I would say just stop now. You don’t want to do this to yourself. That’s my advice to you.

With him, life was routine, without him, life was unbearable. I stayed miserable for two days.

to behave as if the thermostats on their imaginations were set permanently on high.

Written By Tom Robbins

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