I had a love affair with books, with characters and their words. Books kept me company. When the voices of the book faded, as with the last long chord of a record, the back cover crinkling closed, I could swear… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“Something had been confirmed: I was worth giving a shit about; I was getting to be a successful sick person. Sick is when they… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
Because I'm not, in fact, depressed, Prozac makes me manic and numb - one of the reasons I slice my arm in the first… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“perhaps our purpose is, for the time being, to be human, to live on this earth and in this human community, to receive something… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
I have never been normal about my body. It has always seemed to me a strange and foreign entity. I don't know that there… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
The joy is an absurd yellow tulip, popping up in my life, contradicting all the evidence that shows it should not be there. — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“At a certain point, an eating disorder ceases to be "about" any one thing. It stops being about your family, or your culture. Very… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
You can't teach an ear, you can't teach talent, but you can teach people who have those things not to just fly by the… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
It's really interesting to me how all of us can experience the exact same event, and yet come away with wildly disparate interpretations of… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“Being here, living now, recognizing our smallness, is a spiritual practice. It allows us to be at peace with our humanity. It humbles us… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
We think of bulimia and anorexia as either a bizarre psychosis, or as a quirky little habit, a phase, or as a thing that… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
The anoretic operates under the astounding illusion that she can escape the flesh, and, by association, the realm of emotions. — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
If I had been a different sort of person, maybe less impressionable, less intense, less fearful, less utterly dependent upon the perceptions of others… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
