Laurie Halse Anderson
Laurie Halse Anderson
Laurie Halse Anderson is an American writer best known for children's and young adult novels. She received the Margaret A. Edwards Award from the American Library Association in 2009 for her contribution to young adult literature...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth23 October 1961
CountryUnited States of America
life-sucks ifs
When life sucks, read. They can't yell at you for that. And if they do, then you can ignore them.
mother sorry upset
I am so sorry. I wish you knew even one tenth of one percent of how sorry I am. ...It was my fault. Can I kill myself here, or should I do it outside, so the mess on your carpet doesn't upset your mother?
mean adults want
Sometimes being an adult means doing the right thing, even if it's not what you want.
believe ghost aspect
In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.
self-esteem mirrors laughing
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.
art creativity cake
Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.
reading recovery kissing
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...
children fighting men
This is not our fight', the old man said. 'British or American, that is not the choice. You must choose your own side, find your road through the valley of darkness that will lead you to the river Jordan. . . Look hard for your river Jordan, my child. You'll find it.
drinking cutting sisterhood
I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I'm stable.
children father ignorance
Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance.
swings doors blood
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.
country yarn sweaters
I don't just use yarn from a store. I buy old sweaters from consignment shops. The older the better, and unravel them. There are countries of women in this scarf/shawl/blanket. Soon it will be big enough to keep me warm.
cry
I cry to let everything out
speak knows
You have to know what you stand for, not just what you stand against.