My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share
I am a gluttonous, gorging failure. A waste. My body isn’t used to high-sugar carbs laced with witchcraft. It can barely cope… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I keep thinking that if I could just unzip my skin, step out of this body, then I would see who I… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Used to be that my whole body was my canvas-hot cuts licking my ribs, ladder rungs climbing my arms, thick milkweed stalks… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
The bathroom door swings open. Emma sees the blood painting my skin and the red rivers carved on my body. Emma sees… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I showed her how I'd been making tiny cuts in my skin to let the badness and the pain leak out. They… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I swallowed the fear. It’s always there– fear– and if you don’t stay on top of it, you’ll drown. I swallowed again… — 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 Image
Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance. — 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 need to… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
I doubt trees are ever told to 'be the screwed-up ninth-grader.' — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
