182 Quotes by Sara Gruen

She’s not your friend. She’s a barmaid.

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

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you’re getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back.

I roll onto my side and stare out the venetian blinds at the blue sky beyond. After a few minutes I’m lulled into a sort of peace. The sky, the sky – same as it always was.

Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes I can’t find myself any more. When did I stop being me?

I hate this bizarre policy of protective exclusion, because it effectively writes me off the page. If I don’t know what’s going on in their lives, how am I supposed to insert myself in the conversation?

The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it’s presence.

The monster – if there was one – never revealed itself to me again. But what I had learned over the past year was that monsters abound, usually in plain sight.

To say that I wished I wasn’t there would be a ludicrous understatement, but I’d only ever had the illusion of choice: We have to do this, Hank had said. It’s for Ellis. To refuse would have been an act of calculated cruelty. And so, because of my husband’s war with his father and their insane obsession with a mythical monster, we’d crossed the Atlantic at the very same time a real madman, a real monster, was attempting to take over the world for his own reasons of ego and pride.