We tilt our heads back and open wide. The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tobacco… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
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
It is easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap you hear on TV… — 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
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
