We are crayons and lunchboxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds.
Laurie Halse AndersonWhy bother trying? What was the point? So I could go to some suck-ass college, get a diploma, march out into a job that I hated, marry a pretty girl who would want to divorce me, but then she wouldn't because we'd have kids, so instead she'd be the angry woman at the other end of the kitchen table, and the kids would grow up watching this, until one day I'd look at my son and he'd look just like that face in the bathroom mirror?
If that was life, then it was twisted.
Cold and silence. Nothing quieter than snow. The sky screams to deliver it, a hundred banshees flying on the edge of
the blizzard. But once the snow covers the ground, it hushes as still as my heart.
What do I want?
The answer to that question does not exist.
Look at the stupid, poor people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people, look at their dead baby. It's death porn for the masses.
Laurie Halse AndersonI won the wintergirl trip over the border into dangerland.
Laurie Halse AndersonThis girl shivers and crawls under the covers with all her clothes on and falls into an overdue library book, a faerie story with rats and marrow and burning curses. The sentences build a fence around her, a Times Roman 10-point barricade, to keep the thorny voices in her head from getting too close.
Laurie Halse AndersonI am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through.
Laurie Halse AndersonStichwörter: eating-disorders
Do I want to die from the inside out or the outside in?
Laurie Halse AndersonStichwörter: eating-disorders
Emma is a mattress who got thrown off the truck when her parents split up. It's not like you can blame a mattress when people don't tie it down tight enough.
Laurie Halse AndersonStichwörter: divorce
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