I just don't think I've had the desire yet to write a vicious animal - like a dog-gone-bad or anything - where… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
“You call your child by the names of all your other children and finally the dog before you get to his.” — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
Gorillas are in danger of being wiped out by the Ebola virus. I feel like we have limited time to get to… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
I just think I'm better equipped to make a study of human personality than trying to get into the mind of animals. — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
I think there is just a vein of humanity that really loves animals and really loves to read about them. — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate. — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
“So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
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 My real stories are all out of date.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… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
“Then she turns to Midnight and perches delicately on his lowered back. He rises, arches his neck, and carries Marlena from the big top.… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
“And don’t miss Frank Otto, the world’s most tattooed man! Held hostage in the darkest jungles of Borneo and tried for a crime he… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?" "We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season," she… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
“The person following is never in control, which she knows full well and which is exactly why she does it.” — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
“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… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
“He whispers in her ear, and she basks in his attention, trumpeting happily at the sight of him. Doesn't she remember?” — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
... a gaggle of old ladies is glued to the window at the end of the hall like children or jailbirds. They're spidery and… — Sara Gruen Copy Share Image
