Sara Zarr Quotes
Top 61 wise famous quotes and sayings by Sara Zarr
Sara Zarr Famous Quotes & Sayings
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I played the clarinet, and my sister played the violin ... If we'd had the discipline and the passion, maybe we could have been good.
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 there since the day we met.
Don't ask me how I am,' I blurt. 'Please.' I want to keep feeling good. Just because the lights are on doesn't mean I have to look.
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.
There's a lot that is awful. That's the struggle of getting old. To make sure you don't let what's hard ... obscure the beauty.
You are beautiful, Lucy. Inside and out. And that hurts, too. It hurts more specifically. More personally.
counted because things in my life had a way of disappearing on me, and I'd learned not to trust what I thought was there. What
I don't like to do too much psychological research because it might turn a character into a patchwork.
He said I didn't need to save him."
"But you want to."
"Yeah. But I can't. Right?"
"Probably not. Usually not.
"But you want to."
"Yeah. But I can't. Right?"
"Probably not. Usually not.
The characters are whole, real people to me that I'm getting to know, and since real people are all flawed, so are my characters, I hope.
Is that the destiny of all friendships, no matter how good they are? To die out or fade away? To end?
Life doesn't have to be only anxiety about what's gone wrong, and complaints about the world around you.
Love is just a word we use to describe what boils down to a selfish and temporary state of happiness.
A know a place called New Beginnings, but I don't think it works quite like that. You can't just erase everything that came before.
I grew up in San Francisco in the 1970s. We were part of a church that belonged to the California Jesus movement.
It's as if once you hit high school, you're programmed, like a robot, to be an asshole to your parents.
No one measures a life in weeks and days. You measure life in years and by the things that happen to you.
Ethan couldn't possibly understand it, what Cameron and I meant to each other and how different it was from anything like a romance or a crush.
I was a 'learn by doing' writer - I never took any formal writing classes. So it took a long time to figure things out and find my voice.
Readers want a story, not a pattern. It's the specifics of a story that make it really ping our various reader radars.
I looked at my hand resting on the shelf of the prop cabinet, thinking of the scars that were there whether anyone could see them or not.
That's how life feels to me. Everyone is doing it; everyone knows how. To live and be who they are and find a place, find a moment. I'm still waiting.
I'm not really a plot writer - I'm more interested in the characters and sort of small events that propel the story forward.
The mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. because love, love is never finished.
I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.
Okay, then, what was he like? Just give me something to go on so that I have a shot at him!'
'A shot at him? Are you on an elk hunt?
'A shot at him? Are you on an elk hunt?
I didn't 'decide' to write YA, per se. But every time I thought of a story, it featured characters 15, 16, 17.
I had them all fooled into believing I was normal and well-adjusted, a rock of sensibility who could always be counted on to have a positive attitude.
Katy skipped over, her low-rise jeans threatening to fall off her skinny hips. With some girls, that was a sexy look. With Katy, it made you nervous.
It's just so out of control. Life, I mean. The way it flies off in all these different directions without your permission.
Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.
He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.