Laurie Anderson

All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. Nobody really wants to hear what you have to say.

For someone who questions the value of words, he sure uses a lot of them.

The same boys who got detention in elementary school for beating the crap

out of people are now rewarded for it. They call it football.

She must be a great writer if the school board is afraid of her.

I know my head isn't screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I dump the memory, it will stay with me, staining me. My closet is a good thing, a quiet place that helps me hold these thoughts inside my head where no one can hear them.

Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

Maybe he

won't notice me if I stand still. That's how rabbits survive; they freeze in the presence of predators.

It is easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

Mother is the rock, I am the ocean.

Mother is the rock, I am the ocean.