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. Sara Gruen More Quotes by Sara Gruen More Quotes From Sara Gruen ... 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 glasses hair children 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 college here-i-am kids Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus? Sara Gruen guilty-conscience circus running They grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter. Sara Gruen horse matter children i'm afraid to breathe in case i break the spell Sara Gruen breathe cases break It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here Sara Gruen sleepwalking How hard can it be to find a girl and an elephant for Christ's sake? Sara Gruen elephants girl sake I just think I'm better equipped to make a study of human personality than trying to get into the mind of animals. Sara Gruen personality animal thinking Don't want to get tipsy and break a hip. Sara Gruen hips break want I think there is just a vein of humanity that really loves animals and really loves to read about them. Sara Gruen humanity animal thinking 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 vegetables kids I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets. Sara Gruen obscene strain ears 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 uncles grief dog 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 what-if three running 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 historical light I hate this bizarre policy of protective exclusion, because it effectively writes me off the page. Sara Gruen pages hate writing I tend not to think about the reading public at all, or the business, when I'm writing. Sara Gruen reading writing thinking I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other. Sara Gruen water-for-elephants ninety three Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes I can't find myself any more. When did I stop being me? Sara Gruen eye blue looks You work hard on a book and throw it out there and then it's beyond your control. Sara Gruen hard hard-work book
