Sara Gruen famous quotes

When you are five, you know your age down to the month. Even in your twenties, you know how old you are. I'm twenty-three you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties, something strange starts to happen. It is a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I'm--you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you are not. You're thirty-five. And then you're bothered, because you wonder if this is the beginning of the end. It is, of course, but it's decades before you admit it.
-- Sara Gruen

#Age #Three #Hiccups

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

#Hard Work #Important #Aging

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

#Writing

When will people learn that just because you can make something doesn’t mean you should?
-- Sara Gruen

#Mean #People #Should

Life is the most spectacular show on earth ♥
-- Sara Gruen

#Earth #Life Is #Spectacular

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.
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#Kissing #Long #Want

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

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.
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#People #Want #Illusion

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

#Lying #Bed #Married

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

When I first submerged my feet into frigid water, they hurt so badly I yanked them out again. I persisted, dunking them for longer and longer periods, until the cold finally blistered.
-- Sara Gruen

#Hurt #Feet #Water

Sometimes when you get older — and I’m not talking about you, I’m talking generally, because everyone ages differently — things you think on and wish on start to seem real. And then you believe them, and before you know it they’re part of your history, and if someone challenges you on them and says they’re not true — why, then you get offended because you can’t remember the first part. All you know is that you’ve been called a liar.
-- Sara Gruen

#Real #Liars #Believe

I look after those who look after me." He smacks his lips, stares at me, and adds, "I also look after those who don't." - Sara Gruen (Water for Elephants)
-- Sara Gruen

#Elephants #Water #Looks

...poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.
-- Sara Gruen

#Red #Jello #Breasts

I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. 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 lie motionless, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.
-- Sara Gruen

#Lying #Feelings #Skins

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.
-- Sara Gruen

#Love #Skins #Want

Age is a terrible thief. 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 and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse.
-- Sara Gruen

#Cancer #Age #Legs

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.
-- Sara Gruen

#Dog #Horse #Elephants

I used to think I preferred getting old to the alternative, but now I'm not sure. Sometimes the momotony of bingo and sing-alongs and ancient dusty people parked in teh hallway in wheelchairs makes me long for death. Particularly when I rememver that I'm one of the ancient dusty people, filed away like some worthless tchotchke.
-- Sara Gruen

#Thinking #People #Long

I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.
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#Fall #Writing #Hair

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

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

I roll onto my side and stare out the venetian blinds at the blue sky beyond. After a few minutes I'm lulled into a sort of peace. The sky, the sky--same as it always was.
-- Sara Gruen

#Sky #Blue #Sides

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

Afterward, I curl around her. We lie in silence until darkness falls, and then, haltingly, she begins to talk...She speaks without need or even room for response, so I simply hold her and stroke her hair. She talks of the pain, grief, and horror of the past four years; of learning to cope with being the wife of a man so violent and unpredictable his touch made her skin crawl and of thinking, until quite recently, that she'd finally managed to do that. And then, finally, of how my appearance had forced her to realize she hadn't learned to cope at all.
-- Sara Gruen

#Pain #Lying #Grief

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

#Littles #Pockets #Protect

So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?
-- Sara Gruen

#Running #What If #Three

Juliet is one of those rare novels that has it all: lush prose, tightly intertwined parallel narratives, intrigue, and historical detail all set against a backdrop of looming danger. Anne Fortier casts a new light on one of history's greatest stories of passion. I was swept away.
-- Sara Gruen

#Passion #Light #Historical

I am ninety.  Or ninety-three.  One or the other.
-- Sara Gruen

#Three #Ninety

Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes I can't find myself any more. When did I stop being me?
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#Eye #Blue #Looks

I cling to my anger with every ounce of humanity left in my ruined body, but it's no use. It slips away, like a wave from shore. I am pondering this sad fact when I realize the blackness of sleep is circling my head. It's been there awhile, biding it's time and growing closer with each revolution. I give up on rage, which at this point has become a formality, and make a mental note to get angry again in the morning. Then I let myself drift, because there's really no fighting it.
-- Sara Gruen

#Morning #Giving Up #Sleep

But it all zipped by. One minute Marlena and I were up to our eyeballs, and the next thing we knew the kids were borrowing the car and fleeing the coop for college. And now, here I am. In my nineties and alone.
-- Sara Gruen

#Kids #College #Car

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

#Pretending #Noticing

When did I stop being me?
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#Being Me

i'm afraid to breathe in case i break the spell
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#Breathe #Break #Cases

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

#Running #Circus #Running Away

... a gaggle of old ladies is glued to the window at the end of the hall like children or jailbirds. They're spidery and frail, their hair as fine as mist. Most of them are a good decade younger than me, and this astounds me. Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.--There are five of them now, white headed old things huddled together and pointing crooked fingers at the glass.
-- Sara Gruen

#Children #Glasses #Hair

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

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

#Hate #Writing #Pages

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

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

Gorillas are in danger of being wiped out by the Ebola virus. I feel like we have limited time to get to know them and understand them and they're going to disappear - that's terrifically sad. Wouldn't it be great if we could stop that?
-- Sara Gruen

#Ebola #Gorillas #Viruses

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

#Dream #Sucker #Shows

Don't want to get tipsy and break a hip.
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#Hips #Want #Break

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

#Thinking #Animal #Humanity

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

#Book #Hard Work

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

#Reading #Writing #Thinking

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

#Body #Convince #Pointless

I am further back, surrounded on all sides by wailing men, their faces shiny with tears. Uncle Al promised three dollars and a bottle of Canadian whiskey to the man who puts on the best show. You've never seen such grief-- even the dogs were howling.
-- Sara Gruen

#Dog #Uncles #Grief

I'm truly grateful for my microwave, which allows me to easily clarify butter, steam vegetables, and - when I am really lazy - feed my three kids in less than five minutes.
-- Sara Gruen

#Grateful #Kids #Vegetables

They grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.
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#Horse #Children #Matter

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

#Dry #Honey #Ink

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

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?
-- Sara Gruen

#Horse #Smell #Car

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

#Whole Life

We traveled for two weeks with a pickled hippo.
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#Two #Week #Hippo

At this moment, the story in his head was perfect. He also knew from experience that it would degenerate the second he started typing, because such was the nature of writing.
-- Sara Gruen

#Writing #Perfect #Degenerates

My platitudes don't hold their interest and I can hardly blame them for that. My real stories are all out of date. So what if I can speak firsthand about the Spanish flu, the advent of the automobile, world wars, cold wars, guerrilla wars, and Sputnik — that's all ancient history now. But what else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That's the reality of getting old, and I guess that's really the crux of the matter. I'm not ready to be old yet.
-- Sara Gruen

#Real #War #What If

...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.
-- Sara Gruen

#People #Giving #Trying

Being the survivor stinks.
-- Sara Gruen

#Survivor #Stink

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

How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?" "We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season," she says taking her seat again. "Their laws are much more civilized. Cheers.
-- Sara Gruen

#Cheer #Law #Alcohol

Although there are times I'd give anything to have her back, I'm glad she went first. Losing her was like being cleft down the middle. It was the moment it all ended for me, and I wouldn't have wanted her to go through that.
-- Sara Gruen

#Giving #Firsts #Losing

Do you have any idea how much an elephant drinks?
-- Sara Gruen

#Ideas #Elephants #Drink

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

#Two #Hey #World

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

Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it
-- Sara Gruen

#Betrayal #Mind #Body

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

Sometimes I think that if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn. Not that I wouldn't love to have a final roll in the hay - I am a man yet, and something never die - but the thought of those sweet kernels bursting between my teeth sure sets my mouth to watering. It's fantasy, I know that. Neither will happen. I just like to weight the options, as though I were standing in front of Solomon: a final roll in the hay or an ear of corn. What a wonderful dilemma. Sometimes I substitute an apple for the corn.
-- Sara Gruen

#Sweet #Men #Thinking

The sky the sky- same as it always was.
-- Sara Gruen

#Sky

Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
-- Sara Gruen

#Littles #Pockets #Protect

Life goes on with fragile normalcy.
-- Sara Gruen

#Goes On #Normalcy #Life Goes On

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

#Hands #Years #Together

He stares at me, and then leans back in his chair. "He's ill, Jacob." I say nothing. "He's a paragon schnitzophonic." "He's what?!" "Paragon schnitzophonic," repeats Uncle Al. "You mean paranoid schizophrenic?" "Sure. Whatever. But the bottom line is he's mad as a hatter...
-- Sara Gruen

#Uncles #Mean #Mad

I was always searching, always seeking the next big thing, because that was the thing that was going to make everything all right again. And while I was working toward it, it gave me something to think about other than that thing I couldn't put my finger on. But it always came back.
-- Sara Gruen

#Thinking #Next #Fingers

All right. Let's give you something to tell your grandkids about. Or great-grandkids. Or great-great-grandkids." I snort with glee, delirious with excitement. Charlie winks and pours me another finger's worth of whiskey. Then, on second thought, he tips the bottle again. I reach out and grab its neck. "Better not," I say. "Don't want to get tipsy and break a hip.
-- Sara Gruen

#Giving #Bottles #Want

What else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That’s the reality of getting old, and I guess that’s really the crux of the matter. I’m not ready to be old yet.
-- Sara Gruen

#Reality #Matter #Crux