I inscribe three lines, hush hush hush, into my skin. Ghosts trickle out.

You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.

There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn't matter anymore.

I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.

So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.

They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.

In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

I firmly believe that I have received the same child I was meant to receive, whether I gave birth or adopted. The same soul, the same entity, was meant to be mine, from the beginning of time.

It is better to give a lick than receive one.

One of the key pieces is a great pair of shoes. Women say they always look at a man’s shoes, which is really strange! But it can ruin an outfit. Accessories are hugely important.

Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.

In a certain way, we're always toggling back and forth between the absolute and the relative, if that makes sense.

It takes all the running you can do just to keep in the same place.

My mother is very short - four-eleven. She could walk under tables and never hit her head.

We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves.

The moment somebody's a president and you call him "Mr. President," (the person represents) our culture, our history, our sense as our nation.

For three decades, we have sought to solve the problems of unemployment through government planning, and the more the plans fail, the more the planners plan.