Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "yeah, but not to hurt, to help. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I reach for funny books all the time to help me get through life. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
If I can write a book that will help the world make a little more sense to a teen, then that's why… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Homework is not an option. My bed is sending out serious nap rays. I can't help myself. The fluffy pillows and warm… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I open a paperclip and scratch it across the inside of my left wrist. Pitiful. If a suicide attempt is a cry… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I handed my tools. The two of them reached down to help me out of the crater I'd dug. ''Isn't that a… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
This is where you can find your soul if you dare. Where you can touch that part of you that you've never… — 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
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
You hurt her by starving yourself, you hurt her with your lies, and by fighting everybody who tries to help you. Emma… — 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
