We know we need, and so we acquire and eat and eat, past the point of bodily fullness, trying to sate a… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
Madness will push you anywhere it wants. It never tells you where you're going, or why. It tells you it doesn't matter.… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
We turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how not to need. — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
All of us carry around countless bags of dusty old knickknacks dated from childhood: collected resentments, long list of wounds of greater… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
For a long time I believed the opposite of passion was death. I was wrong. Passion and death are implicit, one in… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
I do not remember very many things from the inside out. I do not remember what it felt like to touch things,… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share Image
My god! people say. You have so much self-control! And later: My god. You're so, so sick. When people say this, they… — 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 say something. Of course, I had been sick for five years. But now, now maybe I was really sick. Maybe I wasgetting good at this, good enough to scare people. Maybe I would almost die, and… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
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 simply, it becomes an addiction not only emotionally but also chemically. And it becomes a crusade. If you are honest with yourself, you stop believing that anyone could "make" you do such a thing— who, your… — Marya Hornbacher Copy Share
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
