You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl.

Look at the stupid, poor people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people, look at their dead baby. It's death porn for the masses.

I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life.

I knew how much it hurt to be the daughter of people who can't see you, not even if you are standing in front of them stomping your feet.

Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.

We held hands when we walked down the gingerbread path into the forest, blood dripping from our fingers. We danced with witches and kissed monsters. We turned us into wintergirls, when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.