Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessenis an American writer who lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 June 1970
CityEvanston, IL
looks knows
You just had to know where to look.
sometimes knows
Sometimes. It was a good escape. Until, you know, it wasn‟t.
world know-how knows
The world is speaking to you every day, you just don't know how to listen.
hiding unfriendly knows
But unfriendly is usually one of those things you pick up on right away. You know, like B.O. There's no hiding it if it's there.
needs bad-things knows
When you don't know where you're going, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to have more than you need.
knows either-or capable
Life shouldn't be about the either/or. We're capable of more than that, you know?
want ifs knows
...You can't unlearn something, even if you want to. You know what you know.
know-me knows
And to know me, as you have discovered, is to love me.
writing next knows
I never really know what I'm going to write next until it comes to me. So we'll just have to see what happens.
fiction hard tendency weakness
I have a tendency to embellish: I think it's a weakness of fiction writers. Once you know how to make a story better, it's hard not to do it all the time.
illinois remember hills
I was born in 1970 in Illinois, but all the life I remember I've spent in Chapel Hill, N.C.
distance night light
From this distance, in the dimness, the model looked surreal, made up of parts filled with buildings, bordered by long stretches of empty space. It reminded me of the way cities and towns look when you are flying at night. You can't make out much. But the places where people have come together, and stayed, are collections of tiny lights, breaking up the darkness.
real eye light
I walked over, my eyes scanning Luna Blu, my house, and Dave's. But it was the building behind them, that empty hotel, that had the tiniest light, provided by one word, written in fluorescent paint. Maybe it wasn't what was once there, in real life. But in this one, it said it all: STAY.
inspirational basketball sorry
Sorry!' Dave's friend yelled when he saw me. 'That was my-' But i wasn't listening as,instead,i took every bit of the anger and stress of the last few minutes and days put it behind the ball, throwing it overhead at the basket as hard as i could. It went flying, hitting the backboard and banging through the netless hoop at full speed before shooting back out and nailing Dave Wade squarely on the forehead. And just like that, he was down.