We traveled for two weeks with a pickled hippo.

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

They grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.

I think there is just a vein of humanity that really loves animals and really loves to read about them.

The only thing that makes me crazier than writing is not writing.

I 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.

I had my whole life planned.. I knew exactly where it was taking me.