Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates - Travel Adventure Novel by Tom Robbins - Perfect for Book Clubs & Summer Reading" （注：根据您提供的原始标题，这似乎是Tom Robbins的小说书名。我保持了原标题的文学独特性，同时添加了作者信息和典型使用场景，符合SEO规范。如果是其他类型产品请提供更多信息，我可以重新优化。）

This is one of the funniest and most entertaining books I've ever read.And it has the most quotable quotes. Here's a sample:"The two things they all had in common were a cynical suspicion of politico-economic systems and a disdain for what passed for "patriotism" in the numbed noodles of the manipulated masses.""The old 'for reasons of national security' alibi. Heh! I'm a loyal American of long standing, but that doesn't mean I'm so flag-addled I can't recognize our favorite euphemism for 'governmental hanky-panky swept under the rug.'""It had to be good because all around it, in every direction, as far as his eyes could see, the world was as empty and dry as a dummy's condom.""And what is your faith, exactly, Mr. Switters? What do you believe in?""Umm. Well. I try not to""You try not to believe?""That's right. I'm on the run for the Killer B's.""Pardon? What have killer bees to do with?...""B for Belief. B for Belonging. The B's that lead to most of the killing in the world. If you don't Belong among us, then you're our inferior, or our enemy, or both; and you can't Belong with us unless you Believe what we Believe. Maybe not even then, but it certainly helps. Our religion, our party, our tribe, our town, our school, our race, our nation. Believe. Belong. Behave. Or Be damned.""Man," said Switters, "that's a nasty-looking crowd of clouds over there, all rough and raggedy-assed and milling about, like a herd of white-trash shoppers just crawled out of shacks and sheds and trailer homes for the end-of-winter sale at Wal-Mart.""Switters, are you ever, on you own, inclined toward prayer?"He barely hesitated. "When I feel I'm in need of shark repellent, I try to pray. When I feel I'm in need of smelling salts, I try to meditate. I'm not saying that one's necessarily superior to the other -- both are capable of being reduced to a kind of metaphysical panhandling -- but if more people smelled the salts and woke the hell up, they'd find they wouldn't need to be fretting about sharks all the time.""Although he seemed highly intelligent, Switters could detect that his was an intellect of the shrewd variety, the kind that grasped facts and figures and understood virtually nothing of genuine importance; a well-oiled brain dedicated to the defense, perpetuation, and exploitation of every cliché and superstition in the saddlebags of institutionalized reality."