I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I can’t tell anymore when I’m asleep and when I’m awake, or which is worse. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“I drift into the armpits of strangers, tasting their manic salt, and sleep to forget everything.” — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“Too much sleep is bad for your health, Matilda." She slipped a freshly made ball of butter into a stone crock. "It… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don't want to die. I want to eat like a… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don't even… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
My parents didn't raise me to be religious. The closest we come to worship is the Trinity of Visa, Mastercard, and American… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
You hurt her by starving yourself, you hurt her with your lies, and by fighting everybody who tries to help you. Emma… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
It had been a good day, all things considered. I had managed rather well on my own. I opened Grandfather's Bible. This… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
If I had lady-spider legs, I would weave a sky where the stars lined up. Matresses would be tied down tight to… — 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
