I knew how much it hurt to be the daughter of people who can't see you, not even if you are standing… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Think about love, or hate, or joy, or pain- whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat, or your toes curl.… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Emma is a mattress who got thrown off the truck when her parents split up. It's not like you can blame a… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
We have to acknowledge that adolescence is that time of transition where we begin to introduce to children that life isn't pretty,… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I lift my arm out of the water. It's a log. Put it back under and it blows up even bigger. People… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Look at the stupid, poor people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people, look at… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive,… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I sit at a table close to his desk. Ivy is in this class. She sits by the door. I keep staring… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Adrenaline kicks you in when you’re starving. That’s what nobody understands. Except for being hungry and cold, most of the time I… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
The light beyond my eyes flashflashflashes with a hundred futures for me. Doctor. Ship's captain. Forest ranger. Librarian. Beloved of that man… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
You were born with the seeds of your talent, the ability to observe the world around you and weave piece of it… — 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
