Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my… — 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
Think about love, or hate, or joy, or pain- whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat, or your toes curl.… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
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
You hurt her by starving yourself, you hurt her with your lies, and by fighting everybody who tries to help you. Emma… — 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 sit at a table close to his desk. Ivy is in this class. She sits by the door. I keep staring… — 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
We tilt our heads back and open wide. The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tobacco… — 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
