User:Thmazing

Pages I'd like to exists and what I would put in them once I find more:

Blackberries

• Nothing, not mushrooms, not ferns, not moss, not melancholy, nothing grew more vigorously, more intractably in the Puget Sound rain than blackberries. Farmers had to bulldoze them out of their fields. Homeowners dug and chopped, and still they came. Park attendants with flame throwers held them off at the gates. Even downtown, a lot left untended for a season would be overgrown. In the wet months, blackberries so wildly, so rapidly that dogs and small children were sometimes engulfed and never heard from again. In the peak of the season, even adults dared not go berry without without a military escort. Blackberry vines pushed up through solid concrete, forced their way into polite society, entwined the legs of virgins, and tried to loop themselves over passing clouds.
  • Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker (1980)

Typewriters

• I'll never write another novel on an electric typewriter. I'd rather use a sharp stick and a little pile of dog shit.
  • Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker (1980)