And he left. I watched him walk out โ he didnโt say good-bye, he didnโt even look back. It scared me, how easy it was for him to do that.
Sara ZarrIt's just so out of control. Life, I mean. The way it flies off in all these different directions without your permission.
Sara ZarrCan it really be love if we don't talk that much, don't see each other? Isn't love something that happens between people who spend time together and know each other's faults and take care of each other?...In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love.
Sara ZarrIt's hard to say when my interest in writing began, or how. My mother read to my sister and me every night, and we always loved playing make-believe games. I had a well-primed imagination. I didn't start thinking about writing as a serious pursuit, a career I could have, until after college.
Sara Zarr