Laurie Halse Anderson Quotes

The bruises are vivid, but they will fade.

I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

It's easier not to say anything. Shut your trap, button your lip, can it. All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have t...

The books I'd checked out of the library earlier in the week were still stacked on my bureau, whispering my name and begging to be read.

I watch some kids ask the cafeteria ladies to sign their books. What do they write: Hope your chicken patties never bleed? Or, maybe, May your Jell-O always wiggle?

The gloaming that closed over us the cemetery had crawled inside his skin.

I turned the page in Slaughterhouse Five, a forbidden book at Belmont because we were too young to read about soldiers swearing and bombs dropping and bodies blowing up and war sucking.

I try to read while eating alone, but the noise gets between my eyes and the page and I can't see through it.

I swallowed the fear. It’s always there– fear– and if you don’t stay on top of it, you’ll drown. I swallowed again and stood tall, shoulders broad, arms loose. I was balanced, ready to move. My body s...

I wish I were three feet tall and he could pick me up and he still had a beard and he wore cotton sweaters that felt soft on my cheek and I could cry it all away and I would wipe my tears on his shoul...

My parents didn't raise me to be religious. The closest we come to worship is the Trinity of Visa, Mastercard, and American Express. I think the Merryweather cheerleaders confuse me because I missed o...

Defense lawyer did his jobby attacking the victimshouting that she drank, she danced,she dressed to look goodshe wanted it, she followed himliked it roughor planned on marriage or extortionas she crie...

Look in a mirror and find a ghost. Hear every heartbeat scream that everysinglething is wrong with you.Why? is the wrong question.Ask Why not?

Sometimesbeing an adult means doing the right thing, even if it’s notwhat you want.

My fingers stroking the bark, seeking a Braille code, a clue, a message on how to come back to life after my long undersnow dormancy. I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So how...

Mandatory community service seemed like hypocrisy,

We swore sacred oaths to be strong and to save the planet and to be friends forever.

We tilt our heads back and open wide. The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tobacco flakes and cavities and boyfriend/girlfriend juice, the stain of lies. For one...

Can't escape pain, kiddo. Battle through it and you get stronger.

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