Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.

Who wants to recover? It took me years to get that tiny. I wasn't sick; I was strong.

I like cheeseburgers too much to be a model.

Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners. We are trained not to see it, not to see any of it. . . . Someone just ripped off my eyelids.

Dead girl walking” the boys say in the halls. “Tell us your secrets” the girls whisper, one toilet to another. "I am that girl. I am the spaces between my thighs, daylight shinning through. I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame.

The one good thing about being kind of shy is that nobody bugs you when you want to be left alone.

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