When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.— Sara Gruen
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Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work, but important.
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)
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.
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.
I don't like outlining, because books are organic things.
Sometimes a book doesn't want to be written in a certain way.
Don't want to get tipsy and break a hip.
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.
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.
Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?
Do you have any idea how much an elephant drinks?
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.
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.
You do right by me, I'll show you a life most suckers can't even dream of.
With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant.
The fact that you kept it does not.
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.
Life goes on with fragile normalcy.
I have to convince myself that this is not a pointless life, even the body is telling me so.
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.
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.
i'm afraid to breathe in case i break the spell
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.
Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.
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.
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.
I tend not to think about the reading public at all, or the business, when I'm writing.
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.
The thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that.
Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets.
Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes I can't find myself any more.
When did I stop being me?
I had my whole life planned.. I knew exactly where it was taking me.
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.
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?
I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other.
You work hard on a book and throw it out there and then it's beyond your control.
... 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.
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.
I just think I'm better equipped to make a study of human personality than trying to get into the mind of animals.
Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.
...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.
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.
We traveled for two weeks with a pickled hippo.
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.
Hey! Shouts Camel. There ain't no woman in the world worth two bottles of whiskey!
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.
The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.
Life is the most spectacular show on earth.
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'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.