I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Do they choose to be so dense? Were they born that way? I have no friends. I have nothing. I say nothing.… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I pull my lower lip all the way in between my teeth. If I try hard enough, maybe I can gobble my… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I’m the girl who trips on the dance floor and can’t find her way to the exit. All eyes on me. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Memory cuts both ways; it can either provide you with tremendous strength and a foundation to carry you through your life, or… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
They're on their way to the foreign-language wing. That's no surprise. The foreign kids are always here, like they need to breathe… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Principal Principal: Where's your late pass, mister? Errant Student: I'm on my way to get one now. PP: But you can't be… — 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
What do you miss about being alive?" The sound of my mom singing, a little off-key. The way my dad went to… — 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
