You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl. — 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
I inscribe three lines, hush hush hush, into my skin. Ghosts trickle out. — 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
I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die. — 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
“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
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
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
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
“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
“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
