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

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.

There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself.

All food eaten in anticipation of a kiss is delicious.

To die whole, riddled with nothing but desire for it, is like breakfast after love.

Suffering is given to you that you might open your eyes to the truth.

It has not been unknown that judges persist in error to avoid giving the appearance of weakness and vacillation.

Stay with what's happening locally. It's really important.

A Jew describes another Jew simply as a human being; a Gentile describes him, first and foremost, as a Jew.

How would you feel about life if Death was your older sister?

Men talk as if they believed in God, but they live as if they thought there was none; their vows and promises are no more than words, of course.

And I've been wearing specs since I was three.