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 More Quotes by Sara Gruen More Quotes From Sara Gruen You work hard on a book and throw it out there and then it's beyond your control. Sara Gruen hard hard-work book The sky the sky- same as it always was. Sara Gruen sky Must protect my little pockets of happiness. Sara Gruen pockets protect littles Life goes on with fragile normalcy. Sara Gruen normalcy elephants goes-on 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 crux matter reality 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 Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots? Sara Gruen leaving roots I just can't. I'm married. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it. Sara Gruen married bed lying 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. Sara Gruen illusion want people ...poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew. Sara Gruen jello breasts red 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 grief lying With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not. Sara Gruen elephants truth secret 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. Sara Gruen light writing fall 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 add water 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 the 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 long people thinking 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 horse elephants dog 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 elephants age 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 skins want love 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 elephants giving firsts Being the survivor stinks. Sara Gruen stink survivor
