Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance. — 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… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“Mother is the rock, I am the ocean. I have to pout and roll my eyes for hours until she finally wears… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Having to parent your mother or father is a challenge that way too many teens have to deal with. Teens whose parents… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
We're good at taking care of little kids, and spend a lot of energy teaching them things like how to read. But… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“Why don’t you want to see your mom? Did she burn your dolls in a sacrificial fire? Read your e-mail?” “She wants… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I want to tell him that it's just a stupid car, but bits of me are scattered all over town; the graveyard,… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
It's bad timing, but a lot of kids become teenagers just as their parents are hitting their mid-life crisis. So everybody's miserable… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“God did not intend for Irish kids to play in the sun, according to my mother.” — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“No. Absolutely not. I forbid it. You'll have nightmares." "She was my friend! You must allow me. Why are you so horrid?"… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“The parents are making threatening noises, turning dinner into performance art, with dad doing his Arnold Schwarzenegger imitation and mom playing Glenn… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“Dr. Parker and all my parents live in a paper-mache world. They just patch up problems with strips of newspaper and a… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Emma is a mattress who got thrown off the truck when her parents split up. It's not like you can blame a… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
My parents didn't raise me to be religious. The closest we come to worship is the Trinity of Visa, Mastercard, and American… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“It is a pretend question, one he asked so he could give the answer. I relax. This is like when my father… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“Wit is the most dangerous talent you can possess. It must be guarded with great discretion and good-nature, otherwise it will create… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“She wants to hear all about our day, how long I’ve lived in town, and asks little sideways questions about my parents,… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I am so sorry. I wish you knew even one tenth of one percent of how sorry I am. ...It was my… — 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
