Can it really be love if we don't talk that much, don't see each other? Isn't love something that happens between people… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“How did you find me?" "I've followed you for a long time." He must have mistaken the look on my face for… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“At least you know what you want. I don't know what I want." Then he was quiet for a long time. We… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
That's how life feels to me. Everyone is doing it; everyone knows how. To live and be who they are and find… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
Life needed a fast forward button. Because there were days you just don't want to live through, not again, but they kept… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I see the future and it's like I'm a blank. I mean I know what I'll look like, that I'll exist.… — 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
“This is the last time, the girl thought, that she would remember these things. If they floated back to her again, she… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“Or she could return to the beginning, to the first moment she`d started to feel like playing wasn`t for her anymore. But… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“I think about how there are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. I don’t mean the usual… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
This was a memory I wanted to keep, whole, and recall again and again. When I was fifty years old I wanted… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I wonder how you're supposed to know the exact moment when there's no more hope. — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“But as I get older I think – can it really be love if we don’t talk that much, don’t see each… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“Remember that time we got snowed in at school? Everyone had to wait for their parents to get them, but our parents… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
“We had this time. We had this little bit of time together for being honest. It felt sharp and finite, like it… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I was a 'learn by doing' writer - I never took any formal writing classes. So it took a long time to… — 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
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
