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No one measures a life in weeks and days. You measure life in years and by the things that happen to you.
Sara Zarr
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Sometimes rescue comes to you. It just shows up, and you do nothing. Maybe you deserve it, maybe you don't. But be ready, when it comes, to decide if you will take the outstretched hand and let it pull you ashore.
Sara Zarr
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Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.
Sara Zarr
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Ethan and I are done," I said finally. "I'm sorry." "He was my first boyfriend." "I know." "The only real boyfriend I've had. I'm a senior in high school and he was my only real boyfriend." "I know." "And I won't find another one at Jones Hall. That is guaranteed." "Okay." "This is all very sad and tragic," I said. Alan unwrapped a sleeve of Smarties. "Yet, oddly, you don't seem that upset." "I know.
Sara Zarr
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I don’t want these memories to become slippery, to just disappear into the thin air of life the way most things seem to. I want them to stick – even the bad ones – so I repeat them often.
Sara Zarr
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We'd need a miracle," he says. "A real one. Do you think those happen anymore?
Sara Zarr
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My first job is to write the characters as full and authentic people as well as I can.
Sara Zarr
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My first published book, Story of a Girl, was the fourth book I wrote.
Sara Zarr
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It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.
Sara Zarr
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When the reader and one narrator know something the other narrator does not, the opportunities for suspense and plot development and the shifting of reader sympathies get really interesting.
Sara Zarr
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and i don't just mean that they change you. a lot of people can change you - the first kid who called you a name, the first teacher who said you were smart, the first person who crowned you best friend. it's the change you remember, the firsts and what they meant, not really the people......i'm talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you has your own soul. their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business.
Sara Zarr
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Because love, love never finishes.
Sara Zarr
