Sara Gruen Quotes

I hate this bizarre policy of protective exclusion, because it effectively writes me off the page.

I open the orangutan's door and set a pan of fruits, vegetables, and nuts on the floor. As I close it, her long arm reaches through the bars. She points at an orange in another pan. 'That? You want th...

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Sometimes I think that if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn. Not that I wouldn't love to have a final roll in the hay - I am a man yet, and some thi...

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 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.

Comparison. His eyes were hazel, and his arms ended in white bandages just below the elbows.

I've decided it's not about me at all. It's a protective mechanism for them, a way of buffering themselves against my future death, like when teenagers distance themselves from their parents in prepar...

إنك حين تكبر في السن -و لست أتحدث هنا عنك, إنني أتحدث بشكل عام, فكل منا يهرم على نحو مختلف- تبدأ الأشياء التي كنت تفكر فيها أو تتمناها تبدو كأنها حقيقية. ثم تبدأ بتصديقها, و قبل أن تدرك ذلك تصبح جزءاً...

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...

Now don’t tell anyone, she says, bustling in and sliding my dinner-table-cum-vanity over my lap. She sets down a paper napkin, plastic fork, and a bowl of fruit that actually looks appetizing, with st...

Now, go shovel some shit.

My intention that people will feel like throttling her

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,...

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.

And then I laugh, because it’s so ridiculous and so gorgeous and it’s all I can do to not melt into a fit of giggles. So what if I’m ninety-three? So what if I’m ancient and cranky and my body’s a wre...

Ellis had slept through the entire thing. That, or he was dead, but I saw no reason to check. If he was dead, he’d still be dead in the morning.

Es imposible describir la ternura que he empezado a sentir por ellos: hienas, camellos y todos los demás. Hasta el oso polar, que veo tumbado sobre su costado, mordisqueando sus zarpas de doce centíme...

I hate this bizarre policy of protective exclusion, because it effectively writes me off the page. If I don’t know what’s going on in their lives, how am I supposed to insert myself in the conversatio...

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,...

Life. There it was. In all its beautiful, tragic fragility, there was still life, and those of us who’d been lucky enough to survive opened our arms wide and embraced it.