Sara Gruen’s “Water for Elephants” Quotes (39 Quotes)

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 didn't commit, and his punishment? Well, folks, his punishment is written all over his body in permanent ink!

Is where you're from the place you're leaving or where you have roots?

We traveled for two weeks with a pickled hippo.

But it all zipped by. One minute Marlena and I were up to our eyeballs, and the next thing we knew the kids were borrowing the car and fleeing the coop for college. And now, here I am. In my nineties and alone.

It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here

When 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.

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.

It's just a crazy damned life, that's all ...

Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

Do you have any idea how much an elephant drinks?

I've decided it's not about me at all. It's a protective mechanism for them, a way of buffering themselves against my future death, like when teenagers distance themselves from their parents in preparation for leaving home.

Hey! Shouts Camel. There ain't no woman in the world worth two bottles of whiskey!

Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head...

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.

I am further back, surrounded on all sides by wailing men, their faces shiny with tears. Uncle Al promised three dollars and a bottle of Canadian whiskey to the man who puts on the best show. You've never seen such grief-- even the dogs were howling.

Life is the greatest show on earth!

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

Life is the most spectacular show on earth ?

I hate this bizarre policy of protective exclusion, because it effectively writes me off the page.

Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.

I just can't. I'm married. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it.

Sometimes the monotony of bingo and sing alongs, ancient dusty people parked in the hallway in wheelchairs makes me long for death, particularly when -- remember that I'm one of the ancient dusty people, filed away like some worthless chotski.

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.

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

I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.

The sky the sky- same as it always was.

After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.

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 thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness.