Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Emma hears me come up the stairs and asks me to watch a movie with her. I stick Band-Aids on my weeping… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Memory cuts both ways; it can either provide you with tremendous strength and a foundation to carry you through your life, or… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and… — 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
Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and cut and… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I stand in the center aisle of the auditorium, a wounded zebra in a National Geographic special, looking for someone, anyone to… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
CONJUGATE THIS: I cut class, you cut class, he, she, it cuts class. We cut class, they cut class. We all cut… — 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 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
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
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
“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
