Top 350 Laurie Halse Anderson Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “Keep breathing. It took a few minutes but I won. The grey pulled away from my eyes in ribbons and whispered that it would be back soon.”

— Laurie Halse Anderson

302. “It is screwed to the wall, so I cover it with a poster of Maya Angelou that the librarian gave me. She said Mrs. Angelou is one of the greatest American writers. The poster was coming down because the school board banned on of her books. She must be a great writer if the school board is afraid of her.”

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303. “But they are so cute. And they cheer on our boys, inciting them to violence and, we hope, victory. These are our role models – the Girls Who Have It All. I bet none of them ever stutter or screw up or feel like their brains are dissolving into marshmallow fluff. They all have beautiful lips, carefully out- lined in red and polished to a shine.”

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304. “I don’t know what I’m doing in the next five minutes and she has the next ten years figured out.”

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305. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. Art is about making mistakes and learning from them.”

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306. “You never think about the mall being closed. It’s always supposed to be there, like milk in the refrigerator or God.”

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307. “You opened a debate. You can’t close if just because it is not going your way.” -David Petrakis.”

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308. “Heather is not at school today. Everybody is griping about her lame decorations. I bet she calls in sick the rest of the year. Heather should run away and join the Marines immediately.”

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309. “When we get off the bus on Valentine’s Day, a girl with white-blond hair bursts into tears. ‘I Love You, Anjela!’ is spray-painted into the snowbank along the parking lot. I don’t know if Angela is crying because she is happy or because her heart’s desire can’t spell. Her honey is waiting with a red rose. They kiss right there in front of everybody. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

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310. “Of course I want to be a model. I want to paint my eyelids gold. I saw that on a magazine cover and it looked amazing – turned the model into a sexy alien that everyone would look at but nobody dared touch.”

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311. “She’s packing at least five grand worth of orthodontia, but has great shoes.”

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312. “I hide in the bathroom until I know Heather’s bus has left. The salt in my tears feels good when it stings my lips. I wash my face in the sink until there is nothing left of it, no eyes, no nose, no mouth. A slick nothing.”

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313. “S for silent, for stupid, for scared. S for silly. For shame.”

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314. “Dr. Kerr rose off the bed. “Damned fool,” he growled. “Excuse me?” I said. “Rowley, the imposter. Autumnal fever indeed. Your mother has yellow fever. There’s no doubt at all.”

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315. “I have survived. I am here.”

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316. “It’s all about SYMBOLISM, says Hairwoman. Every word chosen by Nathaniel, every comma, every paragraph break – these were all done on purpose. To get a decent grade in her class, we have to figure out what he was really trying to say. Why couldn’t he just say what he meant? Would they pin scarlet letters on his chest? B for blunt, S for straightforward?”

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317. “An unseen hand turned off the radio as he crossed the threshold, and bags of potato chips vanished, leaving the faint scent of salt to mix with vermilion oil paint and wet clay.”

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318. “I want to kill him.”

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319. “There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs.”

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320. “They herd us into an assembly that is supposed to be a ‘democratic forum’ to come up with a new school mascot. Who are we? We can’t be the Buccaneers because pirates supported violence and discrimination against women. The kid who suggests the Shoemakers in honor of the old moccasin factory is laughed out of the auditorium. Warriors insults Native Americans. I think Overbearing Eurocentric Patriarchs would be perfect, but I don’t suggest it.”

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321. “Mr. Freeman says fear is a great place to begin art.”

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322. “A fat white seed sleeps in the sky.”

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323. “A member of the Archery Club tries to say that we are all foreigners and we should give the country back to the Native Americans, but she’s buried under disagreement.”

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324. “Afraid that my head might burst through the roof, I head for the mall. I have ten bucks in my pocket – what to spend it on? French fries – ten bucks’ worth of french fries, ultimate fantasy.”

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325. “Never underestimate dainty little ladies.”

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326. “She wants to hear all about our day, how long I’ve lived in town, and asks little sideways questions about my parents, so she can figure out if I’m the kind of friend she wants for her daughter. I don’t mind. I think it’s nice that she cares.”

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327. “Nothing good ever happens at lunch. The cafeteria is a giant sound stage where they film daily segments of Teenage Humiliation Rituals. And it smells gross.”

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328. “I think the Merryweather cheerleaders confuse me because I missed out on Sunday School. It has to be a miracle. There is no other explanation. How else could they sleep with the football team on Saturday night and be reincarnated as virginal goddesses on Monday?”

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329. “I need a lawyer. I showed up every day this semester, sat my butt in every class, did some homework, and didn’t cheat on tests. I still get slammed in MISS. There is no way they can punish me for not speaking. It isn’t fair. What do they know about me? What do they know about the inside of my head? Flashes of lightning, children crying. Caught in an avalanche, pinned by worry, squirming under the weight of doubt, guilt. Fear.”

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330. “My job is to nod or shake my head, to say “I know what you mean,” when I don’t, and “That is so unfair,” when it isn’t.”

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331. “I get out of bed and take down the mirror. I put it in the back of my closet, facing the wall. OUR.”

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332. “Some stand-up comic cracks, ‘No, Melinda no es linda.’ They call me Me-no-linda for the rest of the period. This is how terrorists get started, this harmless fun.”

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333. “Every single day, someone asks Mr. Stetman why we have to learn algebra. You can tell this causes him great personal pain. Mr. Stetman loves algebra. He is poetic about it, in an integral-number sort of way. He talks about algebra the way some guys talk about their cars. Ask him why algebra and he launches into a thousand and one stories why algebra. None of them makes sense.”

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334. “Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of strange little girls screaming through their fingers. My patient sisters, always waiting for me. I scroll through our confessions and rants and prayers, desperation eating us one slow bloody bite at a time.”

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335. “It means, ‘You are my heart.’” I leaned forward, took her hands in mine, and whispered into her ear. “You have always been my heart, Country.” Before I could kiss her, Isabel kissed me.”

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336. “We are studying American history for the ninth time in nine years. Another review of map skills, one week of Native Americans, Christopher Columbus in time for Columbus Day, the Pilgrims in time for Thanksgiving. Every year they say we’re going to get right up to the present, but we always get stuck in the Industrial Revolution. We got to World War 1 in seventh grade – who knew there had been a war with the whole world? We need more holidays to keep the social studies teachers on track.”

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337. “I’d love to stay and chat, but my feet won’t let me. I walk home instead of taking the bus. I unlock the front door and walk straight up to my room, across the rug, and into my closet without even taking off my backpack. When I close the closet door behind me, I bury my face into the clothes on the left side of the rack, clothes that haven’t fit for years. I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.”

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338. “Then Ms. Conners blows her whistle to stop and explain the retarded scoring system in tennis where the numbers don’t make sense and love doesn’t count for anything.”

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339. “Words are hard work. I hope they send Hairwoman to a conference or something. I’m ready to help pay for a sub.”

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340. “When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You’d be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside- walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for a heart attack, or cancer, or a Mack truck to come along and finish the job.”

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341. “The greatest strength of all is daring to love.”

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342. “My goal is to go home and take a nap.”

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343. “Principal Principal stormed in yesterday, smelling pleasure. His mustache moved up and down, a radar sweep for all things unruly. An unseen hand turned off the radio as he crossed the threshold, and bags of potato chips vanished, leaving the faint scent of salt to mix with vermilion oil paint and wet clay.”

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344. “When Heather sees what I have done, she bursts into tears again, sobbing that it isn’t my fault. My stomach is killing me. Her room isn’t big enough for this much emotion. I leave without saying goodbye.”

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345. “Finally, our own Devils hulk into the gym. The same boys who got detention in elementary school for beating the crap out of people are now rewarded for it. They call it football.”

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346. “Cutting dead frogs is cool.”

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347. “The seniors look my way before they leave. One girl, not the cheerleader, nods her head, and says, “Way to go. I hope you’re OK.” With hours left in the school year, I have suddenly become popular. Thanks to the big mouths on the lacrosse team, everybody knew what happened before sundown. Mom took me to the hospital to stitch up the cut on my hand. When we got home, there was a message on the machine from Rachel. She wants me to call her.”

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348. “I wake up on time for four days in a row, get on the bus four days in a row, ride home after school. I want to scream. I think I’ll need to take a day off every once in a while.”

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349. “I finish the potatoes. She send me to the TV to watch the parades. Dad stumbles downstairs. “How is she?” he asked before he goes in the kitchen. “It’s Thanksgiving,” I say. Dad puts on his coat. “Doughnuts?” he asks. I nod.”

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350. “They only want to hear that you’re healing, you’re in recovery, taking it one day at a time. If you’re locked into sick, you should stop wasting their time and just get dead.”

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