There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if could rent one for… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I watch some kids ask the cafeteria ladies to sign their books. What do they write: "Hope your chicken patties never bleed?"… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
It's bad timing, but a lot of kids become teenagers just as their parents are hitting their mid-life crisis. So everybody's miserable… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
We've fallen down on our responsibility to our children by somehow creating this world where they're surrounded by images of sexuality; and… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
They're on their way to the foreign-language wing. That's no surprise. The foreign kids are always here, like they need to breathe… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I wish adults would spend less energy freaking out about the cutting itself and work harder to understand what drives kids to… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I've written in every imaginable location; a repurposed closet, the kitchen table, the bleachers while my kids had basketball practice, the front… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
A little kid asks my dad why that man is chopping down the tree. Dad: He's not chopping it down. He's saving… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
We're good at taking care of little kids, and spend a lot of energy teaching them things like how to read. But… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if could rent one for… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Censoring books that deal with difficult, adolescent issues does not protect anybody. Quite the opposite. It leaves kids in the darkness and… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“The word ghost sounds like memory. The word therapy means exorcism” — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share
“I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don't even need to… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share
I can see us, living in the woods, her wearing that A, me with a S maybe, S for silent, S for stupid, for… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share
Eating plain toast will detonate her. "I'll have some honey." When the bread is done I scrape on a microscopic layer of it and… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share
Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share
I am learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share
“Leaning against my father, the sadness finally broke open inside me, hollowing out my heart and leaving me bleeding. My feet felt rooted in… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share
“All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share
I've dealt with depression my entire life, on and off, which makes me the perfect author for teenage readers. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share
“What did it feel like to die? Was it a peaceful sleep? Some thought it was full of either trumpet-blowing angels or angry devils.… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share
