Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "yeah, but not to hurt, to help. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I knew how much it hurt to be the daughter of people who can't see you, not even if you are standing… — 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… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live,… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive,… — 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 swallowed the fear. It’s always there– fear– and if you don’t stay on top of it, you’ll drown. I swallowed again… — 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
I showed her how I'd been making tiny cuts in my skin to let the badness and the pain leak out. They… — 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
