I need a new friend. I need a friend, period. Not a true friend, nothing close or share clothes or sleepover giggle… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
What do you miss about being alive?" The sound of my mom singing, a little off-key. The way my dad went to… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I have entered high school with the wrong hair, the wrong clothes, the wrong attitude. And I don't have anyone to sit… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Why? You want to know why? Step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days. After your skin… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
This girl shivers and crawls under the covers with all her clothes on and falls into an overdue library book, a faerie… — 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… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
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
