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 my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus? — 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 My real stories are all out of date.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 if I can speak firsthand about the Spanish flu, the advent of the automobile, world wars,… — Sara Gruen Copy Share
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 My real stories are all out of date.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 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?… — Sara Gruen Copy Share
“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 reaches through the bars. She points at an orange in another pan. 'That? You want that?' She continues to point, blinking at me with close-set eyes. Her features are concave, her face a wide platter fringed… — Sara Gruen Copy Share
