Madness is not what it seems. Time stops. All my life I've been obsessed with time, its motion and velocity, the way it works you over, the way it rushes you onward, a pebble turning in a brook. I've always… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“Something had been confirmed: I was worth giving a shit about; I was getting to be a successful sick person. Sick is when they… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
Because I'm not, in fact, depressed, Prozac makes me manic and numb - one of the reasons I slice my arm in the first… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“perhaps our purpose is, for the time being, to be human, to live on this earth and in this human community, to receive something… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
I have never been normal about my body. It has always seemed to me a strange and foreign entity. I don't know that there… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
The joy is an absurd yellow tulip, popping up in my life, contradicting all the evidence that shows it should not be there. — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“At a certain point, an eating disorder ceases to be "about" any one thing. It stops being about your family, or your culture. Very… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
You can't teach an ear, you can't teach talent, but you can teach people who have those things not to just fly by the… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
It's really interesting to me how all of us can experience the exact same event, and yet come away with wildly disparate interpretations of… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“Being here, living now, recognizing our smallness, is a spiritual practice. It allows us to be at peace with our humanity. It humbles us… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
We think of bulimia and anorexia as either a bizarre psychosis, or as a quirky little habit, a phase, or as a thing that… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
The anoretic operates under the astounding illusion that she can escape the flesh, and, by association, the realm of emotions. — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
If I had been a different sort of person, maybe less impressionable, less intense, less fearful, less utterly dependent upon the perceptions of others… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
“Every morning I watched the sun rise and read a highly religious little meditation book and tried having a conversation with God. I waited… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
My bones are brittle, my heart weak and erratic, my esophagus and stomach riddled with ulcers, my reproductive system shot, my immune system useless...… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
One really ought to be afraid of self-torture. But it tempted me. It begged. The dark place that my mind was fast becoming blends,… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
