Laurie Halse Anderson Quotes

I am an owl, bird of the night. I see everything. I know everything.

Eating was hard.Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

I looked in the mirror and realized that I was already dead. I let you kill me one piece at a time, starting when I was, what? Eight years old? Nine? You killed yourself and then you came after us.

My only choice was to fight my way out, even if I didn't think I would make it.

It was hard to know how to play the game when the rules kept changing.

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

Why are you being so mean?”“Friends tell friends the truth.”“Yeah, but not to hurt. To help.

Tell me this is a nightmare

It doesn't matter where I go, I don't want to be there. And then I get to the next place, and I don't want to be there either.

I could never hate you, even if I wanted to.

Yes it is, because you can only be brave if you're scared.

Why do you have such a crappy attitude about math?""I don't. I have a crappy attitude about everything.

The night sky stretched on forever above me, the stars flung like glass beads and pearls on a black velvet cloak.

I won't take a real nap. 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 close my eyes, just stay safe under the covers and breathe.

I drift into the armpits of strangers, tasting their manic salt, and sleep to forget everything.

I can't do everything for you. You must walk alone to find your soul.

Where did you live before you came here?" I asked. "The moon, " he said smoothly. "We left because the place had no atmosphere.

Me: "All right, but you said we had to put emotion into our art. I don't know what that means. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel.

I want to eat like a normal person eats, but I needto see my bones or I will hate myself even more and Imight cut out my heart or take every pill that was evermade.

You're the one who doesn't understand, I've been standing on the edge with you for years.

The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up. That's when they can hear us true.

I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy...

Fracture lines etch the surface of the glass box as if a body fell from the sky and landed on it. He doesn't hear the impact, can't smell the blood.

And that’s the problem. When you’realive, people can hurt you. It’s easier to crawl into a bonecage or a snowdrift of confusion. It’s easier to lock everybodyout.But it’s a lie.

I hate winter. I’ve lived in Syracuse my whole life and I hate winter. It starts too early and ends too late. No one likes it.

I kissed him until everything that hurt inside me melted into a pool of black water so deep I couldn’t touch the bottom. As long as I was touching him, I wouldn’t drown.

One had to be careful with elbows and boys

I have to go. Boss hasthis weird idea that I should actually work while he’s payingme.