No one measures a life in weeks and days. You measure life in years and by the things that happen to you. — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
We write in ways that, we generally hope, reflect real life, or at least look familiar to humans. And in life, recurring… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I don’t want these memories to become slippery, to just disappear into the thin air of life the way most things seem… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
the past only had whatever power you gave it; life was what you made it and if you wanted something different from… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“Why do people...we...why do we drag around like life is so awful?' Why did they forget that there was so much to… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“ My dad died, I write. almost a year ago. Car accident. My hand is shaking; my eyes sting and fill. I… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I'm remembering how this works. How life doesn't have to be only anxiety about what's gone wrong or could go worng, and… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“Sometimes trust isn’t something you can just choose to do even if it makes sense. All my life the only reliable person,… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
My books have been translated into various languages and sold in other countries, but I never have any contact with the foreign publishers and… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“Is this okay with you, Jenna? For him to stay here?" "Yeah," I said. "It's good. You have no idea what it takes for… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
Remember that no matter where I am or what I'm doing I've got a special place inside me that's all for you. It's been… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“I don't understand, Jenna, why you couldn't give him a ride home?" Mom struck the archetypal Mom pose-hands on hips, perplexed look on face,… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
The importance of our connection, what it meant to find each other again, the way it made what happened to us and between us… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“And part of being American is respecting all people's right to be whatever they want to be and at the same time respecting your… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
And he left. I watched him walk out – he didn’t say good-bye, he didn’t even look back. It scared me, how easy it… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I tend to describe recurring themes as being part of a writer's DNA - something so deeply embedded in us that even we don't… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I do have a little bit more confidence in - or at least familiarity with - my process. For example, when it feels like… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
The world was full of beauty. She wanted to grab hold of it and take it down into her bones. Yet always it seemed… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“Does all this have anything to do with Cameron coming back?" "Basically." She didn't put any letters down. Our game had effectively stopped. "I… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
