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When did I stop being me?
Being the survivor stinks.
Life goes on with fragile normalcy.
The sky the sky- same as it always was.
Don't want to get tipsy and break a hip.
It's just a crazy damned life, that's all.
Life is the most spectacular show on earth.
Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
We traveled for two weeks with a pickled hippo.
i'm afraid to breathe in case i break the spell
I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other.
Do you have any idea how much an elephant drinks?
Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?
Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.
The only thing that makes me crazier than writing is not writing.
Although, pretending not to notice is almost worse than noticing.
The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.
I had my whole life planned.. I knew exactly where it was taking me.
How hard can it be to find a girl and an elephant for Christ's sake?
I just can't. I'm married. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it.
Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?
After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.
You do right by me, I'll show you a life most suckers can't even dream of.
When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.
It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here
Honey, I plan to marry you the moment the ink is dry on that death certificate.
Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work, but important.
You work hard on a book and throw it out there and then it's beyond your control.
Hey! Shouts Camel. There ain't no woman in the world worth two bottles of whiskey!
They grew fat and happy--the horses, not the children, or Marlena for that matter.
...poking a lump of red Jello that jiggles outrageously, like a breast I once knew.
I tend not to think about the reading public at all, or the business, when I'm writing.
When will people learn that just because you can make something doesn’t mean you should?
I have to convince myself that this is not a pointless life, even the body is telling me so.
I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets.
I hate this bizarre policy of protective exclusion, because it effectively writes me off the page.
I think there is just a vein of humanity that really loves animals and really loves to read about them.
The thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes I can't find myself any more. When did I stop being me?
Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.
Then I lie down on the horse blanket and drift into a dream about Marlena that will probably cost me my soul.
With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.
I just think I'm better equipped to make a study of human personality than trying to get into the mind of animals.
...if you expect people to try to do things your way, you're going to have to give some hints as to what that way is.
I don't like outlining, because books are organic things. Sometimes a book doesn't want to be written in a certain way.
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.
The whole thing's illusion, [Jacob], and there's nothing wrong with that. It's what people want from us. It's what they expect.
Dear God. Not only am I unemployed and homeless, but I also have a pregnant woman, bereaved dog, elephant, and eleven horses to take care of.
Jacob: I've never seen so much manure. Wade: Baggage stock horses. They pack'em in 27 a car. Jacob: how do you stand the smell? Wade: what smell?
I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want.