Ellen Hopkins
Ellen Hopkins
Ellen Louise Hopkinsis a novelist who has published several New York Times bestselling novels that are popular among the teenage and young adult audience...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth26 March 1955
CityLong Beach, CA
CountryUnited States of America
giants sometimes clogging
Easier, sometimes, to gulp down giant spoonfuls of uncertainty than it is to swallow throat-clogging capsules of what really is.
creating goal skins
When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?
promise today tomorrow
If all you can promise me is today, I'll take it and hope for tomorrow.
real real-love disposable
Real love shouldn't be disposable.
beautiful summer night
Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.
monsters wanted ifs
I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?
hands knowing long
In control. Out of control. Sometimes they're the same thing. The trick is knowing that, realizing it's okay to feel out of control once in a while, as long as you're sure you can regain the upper hand when you absolutely need to.
life hero thinking
What's the point of being a hero when everyone thinks you're a villain?
life thinking matter
Eventually, it becomes a matter of scale. When the good outweighs the bad, you stay. When the bad is the only thing you notice anymore, you think about your future, or what's left of it, consider options.
life loss
Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it.
holiday white family-and-friends
Christmas is far and away my favorite holiday. I love everything about it, from the event that inspired it, hoping for a white one, to wrapping presents. But mostly I love having family and friends gathered, and sharing traditions.
love doors window
When the door to love opens, The window to control closes.
mother war psych
I know he did horrible things in the jungle. Things no amount of alcohol or pills could erase. War stains soldiers, all the way through their psyches, into their souls. I understand that, and could almost forgive him for taking his own life, to quiet the ghosts. But I can never forgive him for taking my mother with him.
pain eye arrows
Happiness is a bull's-eye, awaiting arrows of pain.