Sara Zarr

“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

“Okay, then, what was he like? Just give me something to go on so that I have a shot at him!' 'A…

— Sara Zarr

“So, Cameron," Steph continued, "auditions for the school play are next week. You should come. We need more males of the species…

— Sara Zarr

The one thing that could never die or be buried was my loyalty to Cameron for everything he’d done for me and…

— Sara Zarr

I don't want to pretend like I'm some intellectual person who understands Flannery O'Connor.

— Sara Zarr

It came down to the smallest things, really, that a person could do to say I’m sorry, to say it’s okay, to…

— Sara Zarr

I'm still going to love you, always. And in the rock-paper-scissors of life, love is rock. fear, anger, everthing else...no contest.

— Sara Zarr

I always felt that church is where I'm going to find my community and people to live my life with.

— Sara Zarr

“Is that the destiny of all friendships, no matter how good they are? To die out or fade away? To end?”

— Sara Zarr

Family or love or romance, whatever it is, is not restricted to perfect people. If it were, it wouldn't exist. All of…

— Sara Zarr

I have no desire to go back to San Francisco.

— Sara Zarr

“Alan, as per his usual routine, got up early and peeked into my rom to check on me. What he found were…

— Sara Zarr

“And I’ll dream about living there one day myself, about boats and bicycles and water, and a dog running next to me…

— Sara Zarr

“It was knowing someone else thought about me for more than one second, maybe thought about me when I wasn't there.”

— Sara Zarr

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

“Love. That was the piece that had been missing, way before Prague. That was that piece that had been missing in her…

— Sara Zarr

I tried his cell over and over but he never answered. Then I’d call just to hear his voice on the outgoing…

— Sara Zarr

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

“When do you think you're leaving?" I asked. "I don't know. Probably soon. Got what I came here for." "Even though we…

— Sara Zarr

Is it good, bad, or neutral to recognize thematic patterns in your own work? When it comes to recurring themes, I'm of…

— Sara Zarr

When a young reader tells you that they'd never finished a book outside of school until they read yours, or that they…

— Sara Zarr

The characters are whole, real people to me that I'm getting to know, and since real people are all flawed, so are…

— Sara Zarr

“He crouched down next to me. I put my hand on the hem of his jeans. It was the first time I'd…

— Sara Zarr

Other memories stick, no matter how much you wish they wouldn’t. They’re like a song you hate but can’t ever get completely…

— Sara Zarr

“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