“Self-harm - the world will come at you with knives anyway. You do not need to beat them to it.”— Caitlin Moran, amazon.com
“Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable.”— Leila Sales, amazon.com
“She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet - physical pain - was the only way to make her internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.”— Richelle Mead, amazon.com
“You might imagine that a person would resort to self-mutilation only under extremes of duress, but once I'd crossed that line the first time, taken that fateful step off the precipice, then almost any reason was a good enough reason, almost any provocation was provocation enough. Cutting was my all-…”— Caroline Kettlewell, amazon.com
“I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn't hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal.”— Richelle Mead, amazon.com
“I can feel the hurt. There's something good about it. Mostly it makes me stop remembering.”— Albert Borris, amazon.com
“Other times, I look at my scars and see something else: a girl who was trying to cope with something horrible that she should never have had to live through at all. My scars show pain and suffering, but they also show my will to survive. They're part of my history that'll always be there.”— Cheryl Rainfield, amazon.com
“I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that.”— Paula Hawkins, amazon.com
“In case you didn't know, dead people don't bleed. If you can bleed-see it, feel it-then you know you're alive. It's irrefutable, undeniable proof. Sometimes I just need a little reminder.”— Amy Efaw, amazon.com
“I am a cutter, you see. Also a snipper, a slicer, a carver, a jabber. I am a very special case. I have a purpose. My skin, you see, screams. It's covered with words - cook, cupcake, kitty, curls - as if a knife-wielding first-grader learned to write on my flesh. I sometimes, but only sometimes, laug…”— Gillian Flynn, amazon.com