There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if could rent one for… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Cold and silence. Nothing quieter than snow. The sky screams to deliver it, a hundred banshees flying on the edge of the… — 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
Why not spend that time on art: painting, sculpting, charcoal, pastel, oils? Are words or numbers more important than images? Who decides… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don't want to die. I want to eat like a… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
You can tell a book is real when your heart beats faster. Real books make you sweat. Cry, if no one is… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Can the plural possessive express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe! — 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 life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share
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
