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
I inscribe three lines, hush hush hush, into my skin. Ghosts trickle out. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“We held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. We danced with witches… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
“You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl, Lia-Lia, caught in between the worlds. You’re a ghost with a… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Why? You want to know why? Step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days. After your skin… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
