A breath of steam trickles out, filled with the sobs of a grown woman breaking into girl-sized pieces.

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.

Sometimes believing is as simple as choosing to do so.

Science will stagnate if it is made to serve practical goals.

What starts love is your ability to stupefy and blind yourself to the point of being able to fall in love. What stops it is waking up.

I am tough. Sometimes I'm unreasonable. I have to catch myself every once in a while.

Climate change is a fact. Its consequences, damages and costs are already being felt around the globe.

Jane: Focus is important. V: Only if you're a microscope.

The experience has to be formulated in order to be communicated.

Thy treasures of gold Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold; Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear The crack of the whip, and the footsteps of fear.

I love doing action; I love doing martial arts. There's almost something balletic about it.

He reached for his pocket, and found there, only reality