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Sara Gruen Biography

Sara Gruen (born 1969 in Vancouver) is 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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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.

Head, Nature, Perfect, Stories, Story, Writing

Being the survivor stinks.

Stink, Stinks, Survivor

I tend not to think about the reading public at all, or the business, when I'm writing.

Business, Public, Reading, Think, Thinking, Writing

My platitudes don't hold their interest and I can hardly blame them for that. My real stories are all out of date. So what if I can speak firsthand about the Spanish flu, the advent of the automobile, world wars, cold wars, guerrilla wars, and Sputnik — that's all ancient history now. But 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.

Ancient, Cold, Offer, Real, War, What If

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.

Bottles, Giving, Glee, Grandkids, Reach, Right

You work hard on a book and throw it out there and then it's beyond your control.

Book, Control, Hard, Hard Work, Throw, Work

I just think I'm better equipped to make a study of human personality than trying to get into the mind of animals.

Animal, Animals, Human, Personality, Think, Thinking

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.

Expect, Illusion, Nothing, People, Want, Whole

. . . 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.

Expect, Giving, People, Things, Trying, Way

Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?

Leaving, Place, Roots

. . . poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.

Breasts, Jello, Like, Poking, Red

Don't want to get tipsy and break a hip.

Break, Hip, Hips, Tipsy, Want

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.

Bigs, Everything, Next, Right, Seeking, Thinking

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.

Mad, Mean, Say, Uncles

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.

Easily, Feed, Grateful, Kids, Three, Vegetables

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.

Butter, Feelings, Lying, Motionless, Skin, Skins

When did I stop being me?

Being Me, Stop

Life is the most spectacular show on earth ♥

Earth, Life, Life Is, Show, Shows, Spectacular

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.

Badly, Dunking, Feet, Hurt, Periods, Water

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.

Ancient, Hallway, Long, People, Thinking, Worthless

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