You didn't have to take a punch for me, you know,' he said. 'I'm a lover, not a fighter.' 'You're a freak is what you are,' I said. He stuck out his hand. 'Come on, slugger. Walk with me. You know you want to.' And the thing was, despite everything I knew-that it was a mistake, that he was different from the others-I did. How he knew that, I had no idea. But I got up and did it anyway.
Sarah DessenI used to worry I was entirely uninteresting, but the truth is I think if my life was more exciting I'd never have any time to write.
Sarah DessenThere was no short answer to this; like so much else, it was a long story. But what really makes any story real is knowing someone will hear it. And understand.
Sarah DessenTimes like this it did seem real I was leaving, and even more that my family, and this life, would go on without me. And again I felt that emptiness rise up, but pushed it away. Still, I lingered there, in the doorway, memorizing the noise. The moment. Tucking it away out of sight, to be remembered when I needed it most.
Sarah DessenEverything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what I do.
Sarah Dessen