The stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking didn't make her skinny, it made her cry. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
It made me strong.I took a step back, near my whole self in the mirror.I pushed back my shoulders and raised my… — 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
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
This camp is a forge for the army; it's testing our mettle. Instead of heat and hammer, our trials are cold and… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I knit the afternoon away. I knit reasons for Elijah to come back. I knit apologies for Emma. I knit angry knots… — 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
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
