“We held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. We danced with witches… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I know my head isn't screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
She turns to us, acts surprised to see us, then does the bit with the back of the hand to the forehead.… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Picasso.” He whispers like a priest. “Picasso. Who saw the truth. Who painted the truth, molded it, ripped from the earth with… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Grandma frowned and yelled something in Russian. She could have been saying, 'Open up, your best friend is here.' On the other… — 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
