Laurie Halse Anderson Quotes

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?

She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.

I wanted to pull down a book, open it proper, and gobble up page after page

I can’t tell anymore when I’m asleep and when I’m awake, or which is worse.

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

When life sucks, read. They can't yell at you for that. And if they do, then you can ignore them.

If I run or breathe too deep, the cheap stitches holding me together will snap, and all the stickiness inside will pour out and burn through the concrete.

I look at my homely sketch. It doesn't need anything. Even through the river in my eyes I can see that. It isn't perfect and that makes it just right.

Cold and silence. Nothing quieter than snow. The sky screams to deliver it, a hundred banshees flying on the edge of the blizzard. But once the snow covers the ground, it hushes as still as my heart.

Revision means throwing out the boring crap and making what’s left sound natural.

Mr. Freeman sighs. "No imagination. What are you thirteen? Fourteen? You've already let them beat your creativity out of you!

Having a friend made everything else suck less.

Don't expect to make a difference unless you speak up for yourself.

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

Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.

I am learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy.

I reach for funny books all the time to help me get through life.

I am getting better at smiling when people expect it.

Gossip is the foul smell from the Devil's backside.

Be careful what you wish for. There's always a catch.

I’m the girl who trips on the dance floor and can’t find her way to the exit. All eyes on me.

I was good at digging holes. It was the rest of life I sucked at.

If I ever form a clan, we'll be the anti-cheerleaders and walk under the bleacher forming mild acts of mayhem.

No, I am never setting foot in this house again it scares me and makes me sad and I wish you could be a mom whose eyes worked but I don't think you can.

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

I watch the Eruptions. Mount Dad, long dormant, now considered armed and dangerous. Mount Saint Mom, oozing lava, spitting flame. Warn the villagers to run into the sea.

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.

I pull my lower lip all the way in between my teeth. If I try hard enough, maybe I can gobble my whole self this way.... I didn't try hard enough to swallow myself.

I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.

I have never heard a more eloquent silence.

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.

I can see us, living in the woods, her wearing that A, me with a S maybe, S for silent, S for stupid, for scared. S for silly. For shame.

They mean hot like 'I'm too good for you I got my own money don't be frontin' me.' You're more like 'Be my boyfriend I'll make you cookies come meet my dad ' know what I mean

Emma is a mattress who got thrown off the truck when her parents split up. It's not like you can blame a mattress when people don't tie it down tight enough.

I'm learning how to taste everything.

If I can write a book that will help the world make a little more sense to a teen, then that's why I was put on the planet.

Apologies mean nothing if you don't mean it.

I make it through the first two weeks of school without a nuclear meltdown.

I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.

It's a shame we can't just admit that we failed family living, sell the house, split up the money, and get on with our lives.

I don’t know what I’m doing in the next five minutes and she has the next ten years figured out. I’ll worry about making it out of ninth grade alive. Then I’ll think about a career path.

be aggressive, BE-BE Aggressive! B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E

I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it’s over, and I’m not going to think about it.

You must walk alone to find your soul.

It made me strong.I took a step back, near my whole self in the mirror.I pushed back my shoulders and raised my chin, my back straight as an arrow.

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?

This is wonderful, wonderful! Be the bird. You are the bird. Sacrifice yourself to abandoned family values.

I nod like I’m listening,like we’re communicating, and she never knows the difference.

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.