Laurie Halse Anderson Quotes

There is no safer. There’s not even safe, never has been.

Each reader has to find her or his own message within a book.

She looks like a china doll, observed Grandfather as we departed. I will break just as easily, I muttered.

Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.

I am super proud of being an American, but we fail our veterans every day.

I am a gluttonous, gorging failure. A waste. My body isn’t used to high-sugar carbs laced with witchcraft. It can barely cope with soup and crackers.

She offered herself to the big, bad wolf and didn't scream when he took the first bite.

I am locked into the mirror and there is no door out.

They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.

I smile and play pretend through the Morning Show in the kitchen.

Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting to sting something.

Everybody told me to be a man. Nobody told me how.

Kids are mostly very resilient.

To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door.

Hannah was about to burst with excitement, which would have been disgusting because she would have sprayed blood, guts and glitter in every direction.

None of [the books are] worth reading. There are no fairy tales, no faerie tails, no sword-swinging princesses or lightning-throwing gods.

Life is for the living. Don't let the fear of striking out let you from keep you from playing the game.

I pushed my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand crushed bleeding lips pushed back at me.

My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces.

There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.

I needed to hear the world but didn't want the world to know I was listening.

The one good thing about being kind of shy is that nobody bugs you when you want to be left alone.

It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.

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

The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up.

The stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking didn't make her skinny, it made her cry.

I need to finish this scarf/shawl/blanket thing so I can start something for Emma- a hat, maybe, or a sweater for her stuffed elephant.

This camp is a forge for the army; it's testing our mettle. Instead of heat and hammer, our trials are cold and hunger. Question is, what are we made of?

Some adults would rather pretend that bad things dont exist than to talk about them.

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

I understood what triggered her earthquakes, most of them.

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.

Sometimes I think high school is one long hazy activity: if you are tough enough to survive this, they'll let you become an adult. I hope it's worth it.

I have entered high school with the wrong hair, the wrong clothes, the wrong attitude. And I don't have anyone to sit with.

Did you read last nights assignments?" Say "yes'" and get hammered again. Say "no'" and the same thing would happen.

My first class is biology. I can't find it and get my first demerit for wandering the hall. It is 8:50 in the morning. Only 699 days and 7 class periods until graduation.

I would never be popular. I didn't want to be; I liked being shy. I'd never be the smartest or the hottest or the happiest. By eighth grade you start to figure out your limits.

Rumors are spread by jealous people

A breath of steam trickles out, filled with the sobs of a grown woman breaking into girl-sized pieces.

I like cheeseburgers too much to be a model.

Picasso.” He whispers like a priest. “Picasso. Who saw the truth. Who painted the truth, molded it, ripped from the earth with two angry hands.

They say they have noticed me drawing. I almost tell them right then and there. They noticed.

I doubt trees are ever told to 'be the screwed-up ninth-grader.'

I wish America would stop judging and criticizing teens and instead, try to understand the battles they have to fight every day.

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

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Dr. StupidParker says that when I'm sad it really means I'm angry and when I'm angry it really means I'm afraid.

Killing people is easier than it should be.” Dad put on his beret. “Staying alive is harder.

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

Could he hear my heart pounding?