Laurie Halse Anderson Quotes

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

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...

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

Mandatory community service seemed like hypocrisy,

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...

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

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?

There's no point in asking why, even though everybody will. I know why. The harder question is why not? I can't believe she ran out of answers before I did.

Now you are burnt-out husks, your spirits haggard, sere, always breeding over your wanderings long and hard, your hearts never lifting with any joy - you've suffered far too much.

Ghosts are waiting in the shadows of the room, patient dull shimmers. The others can see them, too, I know it. We’re all afraid to talk about what stares at us from the dark.

I knew I wouldn't get an invitation. I would be lucky to get an invitation to my own funeral, with my reputation.

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 air scented with their native language a couple times a day or they'l...

There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if we could rent one for the holidays.

The world turns upside down every day.

I have ten bucks in my pocket - what to spend it on? French fries - ten dollars' worth of french fries, ultimate fantasy.

Look at the stupid, poor people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people, look at their dead baby. It's death porn for the masses.

Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and worst of all a disappointment. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't...

The stars whirled above us and the firecrackers blazed. The moon stood watch as drops of blood fell, careless seeds that sizzled in the snow.

I'm the only one sitting alone, under the glowing neon sign which reads, Complete and Total Loser, Not Quite Sane. Stay Away. Do Not Feed.

I like cheeseburgers too much to be a model.