I see a girl caught in the remains of a holiday gone bad, with her flesh picked off day after day as… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
A breath of steam trickles out, filled with the sobs of a grown woman breaking into girl-sized pieces. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
If I had lady-spider legs, I would weave a sky where the stars lined up. Matresses would be tied down tight to… — 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
Dead girl walking” the boys say in the halls. “Tell us your secrets” the girls whisper, one toilet to another. "I am… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I’m the girl who trips on the dance floor and can’t find her way to the exit. All eyes on me. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I am almost a real girl the entire drive home. I went to a diner. I drank hot chocolate and ate french… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
This girl shivers and crawls under the covers with all her clothes on and falls into an overdue library book, a faerie… — 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 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
