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It's just so out of control. Life, I mean. The way it flies off in all these different directions without your permission.

Sara Zarr

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Sara Zarr
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: October 3
Novelist
Writer
Cleveland
Ohio
Without
Mean
Different
Way
Directions
Life
Flies
Permission
Control

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Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.
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I didn't 'decide' to write YA, per se. But every time I thought of a story, it featured characters 15, 16, 17.
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I'm always in a place that is sincere but conflicted about different things that come with being a Christian and being an active, churchgoing Christian.
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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.
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the past only had whatever power you gave it life was what you made it and if you wanted something different from what you had, it was up to you to make it happen.
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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.
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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 to Cameron I always want more than I have, would like to be able to take hold of at least one or two more pieces, if only because I’m convinced there are parts of myself inside them.
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My books usually end where they began. I try to bring characters back to a point that is familiar but different because of the growth that they have gone through.
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You were never what I wanted to forget.
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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 was for him to do that.
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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.
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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.
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When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.
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I wonder how you're supposed to know the exact moment when there's no more hope.
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It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.
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Sometimes you should have something you don't need but that you want.
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Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.
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Everyone has an identity crisis when they are 16 or 17 years old.
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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.
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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.
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