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Actually, it's not so much that I've forgotten. It's more like I've stopped keeping track.

his hat from his head and presses it to his chest. I walk a few dozen yards from the train, climb the grassy bank, and sit rubbing my

...strangely alone in the most public of places.

In seventy years, I've never told a blessed soul.

And Flying Changes. Her works have been translated into forty-three languages and have

Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work, but important.

She's not your friend. She's a barmaid.

The whole thing's illusion, [Jacob], and there's nothing wrong with that. It's what people want from us. It's what they expect.

It was full of luxurious trappings and shiny baubles, and that had blinded me to the fact that nothing about it was real.

After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.

Age is terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back

Dear God. Not only am I unemployed and homeless, but I also have a pregnant woman, bereaved dog, elephant, and eleven horses to take care of.

ones I had watched.

Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?

90/93-year-old Jacob wonders as he gazes at his aged reflection, 'When did I stop being me?

I just can't. I'm married. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it.

It seems there's nothing so good or pure it can't be taken without a moment's notice. And then in the end, it all gets taken anyway.

For the rest of the night, all I could think about was how many heads had lain on those pillows before my own.

Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head ...

Hey! Shouts Camel. There ain't no woman in the world worth two bottles of whiskey!

Honey, I plan to marry you the moment the ink is dry on that death certificate.

I came home poorer by several hundred dollars and richer by more books than I could carry.

Don't mind Russ," he says. "He's a good kid underneath all those holes, although it's a wonder he doesn't spring a leak when he drinks

Life goes on with fragile normalcy.

I have to convince myself that this is not a pointless life, even the body is telling me so.

He whispers in her ear, and she basks in his attention, trumpeting happily at the sight of him.
Doesn't she remember?

The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.

I had my whole life planned.. I knew exactly where it was taking me..

Being the survivor stinks.

And August was a force. Charming, gregarious,

My intention that people will feel like throttling her

Always carry a large flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite, and further, always carry a small snake.

Do you have any idea how much an elephant drinks?

The person following is never in control, which she knows full well and which is exactly why she does it.

You work hard on a book and throw it out there and then it's beyond your control.

Jacob: I've never seen so much manure. Wade: Baggage stock horses. They pack'em in 27 a car. Jacob: how do you stand the smell? Wade: what smell?

exactly what she was really doing. It took but

In all its beautiful, tragic fragility, there was still life.

Although, pretending not to notice is almost worse than noticing.

Age is a terrible thief.

When will people learn that just because you can make something doesn't mean you should?

age is a terrible theif

Life is the greatest show on earth!

Paraded around town in an elephant cage, an elephant who repeatedly pulled her stake and stole the lemonade,

I just think I'm better equipped to make a study of human personality than trying to get into the mind of animals.

game? - but I wasn't shocked, as I once might

Ellis had slept through the entire thing. That, or he was dead, but I saw no reason to check. If he was dead, he'd still be dead in the morning.

I tend not to think about the reading public at all, or the business, when I'm writing.

When did I stop being me?

I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets:

When she comes to retrieve me [in the nursing home], after the tan-colored pudding with edible oil topping has sat for a while and been removed ...

The business of a newspaper is to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable was one of the aphorisms his boss liked to quote.

She had been warned away from it her entire life, for its depth came quickly, its coldness was fierce, and the Kelpie lay in wait.

If you expect people to try to do things your way, you're going to have to give some hints as to what that way is.

Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.

But my darling was as frail as a bird. She died nine days later. After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled. Although

The only thing that makes me crazier than writing is not writing.

The thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness.

With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.

I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

Now, go shovel some shit.

They grew fat and happy
the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.

I stared at him for a long time. If he wanted to end his search for the beast, he need look no further than a mirror.

It's just a crazy damned life, that's all ...

I don't like outlining, because books are organic things. Sometimes a book doesn't want to be written in a certain way.

Poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.

Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.

Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

He's paragon schnitzophonic." "He's what?!" "Paragon schnitzophonic," repeats Uncle Al. "You mean paranoid schizophrenic?

His mother was exacting revenge because he'd dared to marry me, and his father - well, we weren't exactly sure. Either

The longer I do this job, the less I like people. The species, of course," he adds grimly. "There are individuals I like just fine.

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.
I want.

You do right by me, I'll show you a life most suckers can't even dream of.

off, but Osgood, the photographer, was already snoring softly. He was in the center seat, wedged between John Thigpen and

It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here

The sky the sky- same as it always was.

He only had the imperfect medium of words.

Laughter, I noticed a footman in old-fashioned knee breeches perched near the top of a

How hard can it be to find a girl and an elephant for Christ's sake?

Beneath it was a photograph of Hank alone, standing shirtless on the deck of a sailboat with his hands on his hips.

I think there is just a vein of humanity that really loves animals and really loves to read about them.

I hate this bizarre policy of protective exclusion, because it effectively writes me off the page.

We traveled for two weeks with a pickled hippo.

Then I lie down on the horse blanket and drift into a dream about Marlena that will probably cost me my soul.

When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.