I inscribe three lines, hush hush hush, into my skin. Ghosts trickle out. — 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
The dead do walk and haunt and crawl into your bed at night. Ghosts sneak into your head when you're not looking.… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I believe that you've created a metaphorical universe in which you can express your darkest fears. In one aspect, yes, I believe… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl, Lia-Lia, caught in between the worlds. You’re a ghost with a… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I live in the borderlands. The word ghost sounds like memory. The word therapy means exorcism. My visions echo and multiplymultiply. I… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Momma said that ghosts couldn't move over water. That's why Africans got trapped in the Americas.. They kept moving us over the… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up. — 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
