I look at my homely sketch. It doesn't need anything. Even through the river in my eyes I can see that. It isn't perfect and that makes it just right.

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.

Strength, both physical and spiritual, is the product of struggle!

So many sit around, waiting for superman, when in fact, Wonder Woman lies within.

And if the characters haven't died, they carry on murdering to this very day ...

In good time every secret must be shared and every miracle called into question.

Then would you read a Sustaining Book, such as would help and comfort a Wedged Bear in Great Tightness.

Warhol turned to photographs of stars, as the Renaissance turned to antiquities, to find images of gods.

My goal in signing these [gun control ] bills is to enhance public safety by tightening our existing laws in a responsible and focused manner, while protecting the rights of law-abiding gun owners.

There is little hope of equity where rebellion reigns.

Park was never going to love her more than he did on the day they said goodbye. And she couldn’t bear to think of him loving her less.

You don't know how much you've grown- until trouble comes back for an encore.