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
hurt inspiration soul
She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.
stupid long limits
I scared myself, because once you've thought long and hard enough about doing something that is colossally stupid, you feel like you've actually done it, and then you're never quite sure what your limits are.
hate heart sleep
I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don't want to die. I want to eat like a normal person eats, but I need to see my bones or I will hate myself even more and I might cut my heart out or take every pill that was ever made.
doors rooms appearance
To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door.
notebook morning hate
It is my first morning of high school. I have seven new notebooks, a skirt I hate, and a stomachache.
summer dad block
A little kid asks my dad why that man is chopping down the tree. Dad: He's not chopping it down. He's saving it. Those branches were long dead from disease. All plants are like that. By cutting off the damage you make it possible for the tree to grow again. You watch - by the end of summer, this tree will be the strongest on the block.
silence heard eloquent
I have never heard a more eloquent silence.
teacher butterfly hair
My English teacher has no face. She has uncombed stringy hair that droops on her shoulders. The hair is black from her part to her ears and then neon orange to the frizzy ends. I can't decide if she had pissed off her hairdresser or is morphing into a monarch butterfly. I call her Hairwoman.
games life-is striking-out
Life is for the living. Don't let the fear of striking out let you from keep you from playing the game.
mirrors mouths bleeding
I pushed my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand crushed bleeding lips pushed back at me...
faces pieces body
My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces.
morning class firsts
My first class is biology. I can't find it and get my first demerit for wandering the hall. It is 8:50 in the morning. Only 699 days and 7 class periods until graduation.
attitude school clothes
I have entered high school with the wrong hair, the wrong clothes, the wrong attitude. And I don't have anyone to sit with.
art feelings breathe
Can the plural possessive express the feelings in your heart? If you don't learn art now, you will never learn to breathe!