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… — 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 My real stories are all out of date.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
