Sara Gruen Quotes
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Sara Gruen Famous Quotes & Sayings
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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
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.
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.
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 ...
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
He whispers in her ear, and she basks in his attention, trumpeting happily at the sight of him.
Doesn't she remember?
Doesn't she remember?
Always carry a large flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite, and further, always carry a small snake.
The person following is never in control, which she knows full well and which is exactly why she does it.
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?
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
I don't like outlining, because books are organic things. Sometimes a book doesn't want to be written in a certain way.
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.
I want.
off, but Osgood, the photographer, was already snoring softly. He was in the center seat, wedged between John Thigpen and
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.