It's just a crazy damned life, that's all. Sara Gruen More Quotes by Sara Gruen More Quotes From Sara Gruen After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled. Sara Gruen together hands years 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 fingers next thinking 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 glee bottles giving Hey! Shouts Camel. There ain't no woman in the world worth two bottles of whiskey! Sara Gruen camels bottles two Do you have any idea how much an elephant drinks? Sara Gruen true-romance elephants ideas Then I lie down on the horse blanket and drift into a dream about Marlena that will probably cost me my soul. Sara Gruen horse dream 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 smell horse car I had my whole life planned.. I knew exactly where it was taking me. Sara Gruen whole-life whole We traveled for two weeks with a pickled hippo. Sara Gruen hippo week two 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 stories perfect writing 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 My real stories are all out of date.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 what-if real war 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 sides sky blue The thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness. Sara Gruen pockets protect littles When did I stop being me? Sara Gruen being-me 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 limited-time viruses ebola Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it. Sara Gruen betrayal body mind I just don't think I've had the desire yet to write a vicious animal - like a dog-gone-bad or anything - where I do feel that I need a balance of all types of humans. Sara Gruen feel think balance animal It seems natural to surround my fictional world with animals because my reality is full of them. When I'm sitting there conceiving a story, they just pop up. Sara Gruen story sitting reality world