Quotes from Sara Gruen

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.

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.

Must protect my little pockets of happiness.

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

Life is the most spectacular show on earth.

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

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

Life goes on with fragile normalcy.

Life goes on with fragile normalcy.

In your thirties something strange starts to happen. It's 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're 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.

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

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.

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

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.

When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate. - Jacob Jankowski, Water For Elephants

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...

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

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

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

When did I stop being me?

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

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

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

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.