I think there is just a vein of humanity that really loves animals and really loves to read about them.
Sara GruenI strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets.
Sara GruenWhen 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.
Sara GruenI 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.
Sara GruenSometimes 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.
Sara Gruen