The bathroom door swings open. Emma sees the blood painting my skin and the red rivers carved on my body. Emma sees the wet knife, silver and bone. The screams of my little sister shatter mirrors.

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.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...

Where I will find peace other than in oblivion?

JOY goes against the foundations of mathematics: it multiplies when we divide.

A = r + p (or Adventure equals risk plus purpose.)

It's about doing things that you haven't done before, where you're still kind of a beginner, and not resting on your laurels.

People have always said since TV was invented what a cultural wasteland it is but I think it is the worst and the best. It is the golden age of television.

I have bad feet and I have weak ankles.

Power without abuse loses its charm.

The day I'm able to be debt-free is the day I'm going to be the happiest guy around.

In ourselvesIn our own honest hearts and chainless handsWill be our safeguard