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...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionAuthor
CountryCanada
love skins want
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.
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.
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.
want hips break
Don't want to get tipsy and break a hip.
kissing long want
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.
book want way
I don't like outlining, because books are organic things. Sometimes a book doesn't want to be written in a certain way.
conceiving fictional full natural pop seems surround
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.
types vicious
I just don't think I've had the desire yet to write a vicious animal - like a dog-gone-bad or anything - where I do feel that I need a balance of all types of humans.
horse children matter
They grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.
breathe break cases
i'm afraid to breathe in case i break the spell
sleepwalking
It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here
betrayal mind body
Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it
girl elephants sake
How hard can it be to find a girl and an elephant for Christ's sake?
sweet men thinking
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 something never die - but the thought of those sweet kernels bursting between my teeth sure sets my mouth to watering. It's fantasy, I know that. Neither will happen. I just like to weight the options, as though I were standing in front of Solomon: a final roll in the hay or an ear of corn. What a wonderful dilemma. Sometimes I substitute an apple for the corn.