We'd need a miracle," he says. "A real one. Do you think those happen anymore? — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
It makes me think of Lazarus. He must have had those shadows after his miracle. You don't spend time in the tomb… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I wouldn't say I'm stuck in my adolescence, but I think, like a lot of people, I carry my teen years with… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
It's hard to say when my interest in writing began, or how. My mother read to my sister and me every night,… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I don't yell back at my mother. When I'm angry or scared or upset, I don't yell. I stay quiet. I've seen… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I looked at my hand resting on the shelf of the prop cabinet, thinking of the scars that were there whether anyone… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I never had a connection like that to anyone, where every day you think about what you’ll tell them and you wonder… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
A know a place called New Beginnings, but I don't think it works quite like that. You can't just erase everything that… — 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
