Sometimes I think high school is one long hazy activity: if you are tough enough to survive this, they'll let you become… — 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
I want to be in fifth grade again. Now, that is a deep dark secret, almost as big as the other one.… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I scared myself, because once you've thought long and hard enough about doing something that is colossally stupid, you feel like you've… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
The only number that would ever be enough is 0. Zero pounds, zero life, size zero, double-zero, zero point. Zero in tennis… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I pull my lower lip all the way in between my teeth. If I try hard enough, maybe I can gobble my… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I don't just use yarn from a store. I buy old sweaters from consignment shops. The older the better, and unravel them.… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
In one universe, they are gorgeous, straight-teethed, long-legged, wrapped in designer fashions, and given sports cars on their sixteenth birthdays. Teacher smile… — 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
Mr. Freeman: You are getting better at this, but it's not good enough. This looks like a tree,but it is an average,… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Two days later, two days before Christmas, I am judged fat and sane enough to be kicked out of the hospital. The… — 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
