Sara Gruen
Sara Gruen
Sara Gruenis an author with dual Canadian and American citizenship. Her books deal greatly with animals and she is a supporter of numerous charitable organizations that support animals and wildlife...
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truth elephants secret
With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.
pain lying grief
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.
thinking making-love ears
Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.
memories persistent distressing
The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.
jello red breasts
...poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.
people want illusion
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.
lying bed married
I just can't. I'm married. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it.
hurt feet water
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.
real liars believe
Sometimes when you get older — and I’m not talking about you, I’m talking generally, because everyone ages differently — things you think on and wish on start to seem real. And then you believe them, and before you know it they’re part of your history, and if someone challenges you on them and says they’re not true — why, then you get offended because you can’t remember the first part. All you know is that you’ve been called a liar.
reality matter crux
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.
giving bottles want
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.
thinking next fingers
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.
hate writing pages
I hate this bizarre policy of protective exclusion, because it effectively writes me off the page.
passion light historical
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.