She looks like a china doll, observed Grandfather as we departed. I will break just as easily, I muttered.

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.

We are here on planet Earth to learn lessons and to grow in loving knowledge.

Tired mothers find that spanking takes less time than reasoning and penetrates sooner to the seat of the memory.

Be proud of your Latino culture and do the best work you can do, and you will always succeed.

The real you is not a puppet that life pushes around, the real deep down you is the whole universe.

It's pretty high up there on the list. Being able to return a serve at that speed is one of the biggest things that separates the professionals from the recreational players.

In a Tim Burton movie, you know it's going to be something unusual, or a bit mad. Something "other."

I think one day youll find that you're the hero you've been looking for.

Marriage, sanctified by the bond of fidelity, is the nearest life gets to a work of art.

I can weep pretty easily. I can get tears in my eyes from a beautiful work of art.

Windows 95 is what Rube Goldberg would have designed if he'd studied cartooning at M.I.T.