The anoretic operates under the astounding illusion that she can escape the flesh, and, by association, the realm of emotions.
Marya HornbacherI grew into it. It grew into me. It and I blurred at the edges, became one amorphous, seeping, crawling thing.
Marya HornbacherYou wake up one morning and there it is, sitting in an old plaid bathrobe in your kitchen, unpleasant and unshaved. You look at it, heart sinking. Madness is a rotten guest.
Marya Hornbacher