Sara Zarr
Sara Zarr
Sara Zarris an American writer. She was raised in San Francisco, and now lives in Salt Lake City, Utah with her husband. Her first novel, Story of a Girl, was a 2007 National Book Award finalist. She is also the author of Sweethearts and Once Was Lost. All three are published by Little, Brown...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth3 October 1970
CountryUnited States of America
school parent robots
It's as if once you hit high school, you're programmed, like a robot, to be an asshole to your parents.
joy alive world
The world was full of beauty. She wanted to grab hold of it and take it down into her bones. Yet always it seemed beyond her grasp. Sometimes only by a little, like now. The thinnest membrane. Usually, though, by miles. She couldn’t expect to be that kind of happy all the time. She knew that. But sometimes you could. Sometimes you should be allowed a tiny bit of joy that should stay with you for more than five minutes. That wasn’t too much to ask. To have a moment like this, and be able to hold on to it. To cross that membrane, and feel alive.
broken rejection promise
My whole life has been one big broken promise.
san-francisco desire
I have no desire to go back to San Francisco.
years identity crisis
Everyone has an identity crisis when they are 16 or 17 years old.
thinking connections wonder
I never had a connection like that to anyone, where every day you think about what you’ll tell them and you wonder what they’re doing, and you know they’re wondering what you’re doing.
missing throat
It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.
air lines way
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.
love-is unfinished-business color
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.
mistake new-you new-places
don’t mistake a new place for a new you.
evil mind too-late
I know I shouldn't say this—I know it as surely as I know the earth is round and beats are evil—and yet here it comes: “It's not too late to change your mind.
oil anxiety routine
I'm remembering how this works. How life doesn't have to be only anxiety about what's gone wrong or could go worng, and complaints about the world around you. How a person you're excited about can remind you there's stuff going on beyond... routine oil changes and homework. Stuff that matters. Stuff to look forward to.
school winter listening
I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.
jesus california san-francisco
I grew up in San Francisco in the 1970s. We were part of a church that belonged to the California Jesus movement.