Don't ask me how I am,' I blurt. 'Please.' I want to keep feeling good. Just because the lights are on doesn't… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I don't want to pretend like I'm some intellectual person who understands Flannery O'Connor. — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day. — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
Readers want a story, not a pattern. It's the specifics of a story that make it really ping our various reader radars. — 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
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
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 understand that you can never have the whole picture; inevitably, there’s stuff you don’t know, can’t know. But when it comes… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
I get a message from my dad. In the mood I'm in, I tear up to see his name in my inbox,… — Sara Zarr Copy Share Image
It's not words, so much, just my mind going blank and thoughts reaching up up up, me wishing I could climb through… — 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
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
“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
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
“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
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
“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
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
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
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
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
“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
I'm not really a plot writer - I'm more interested in the characters and sort of small events that propel the story forward. — Sara Zarr Copy Share
