I picked up one of the books and flipped through it. Don't get me wrong, I like reading. But some books should… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I would never be popular. I didn't want to be; I liked being shy. I'd never be the smartest or the hottest… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
i was raped, too sexually assaulted in seventh grade, tenth grade. the summer after graduation, at a party i was 16 i… — 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
I don’t know what I’m doing in the next five minutes and she has the next ten years figured out. I’ll worry… — 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
It's Nathaniel Hawthorne Month in English. Poor Nathaniel. Does he know what they've done to him? We're reading The Scarlet Letter one… — 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
