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
useless care tomorrow
As I thought about that, I had to wonder: What will we know better about tomorrow? Who cares? Hindsight is useless.
color culture blindness
There will never be color blindness in a culture of fear.
perfect fake you-choose
Fake Is that what you are if you choose to improve the basic not perfect you?
thinking perfect people
Transformation Isn't easy when most of the people in your life think you're already perfect, and want you to stay just how they see you. Try to begin a new phase, you'd better expect push-back. Try to create a whole new you, your friend list will shrink considerably.
fun fall crank
Was the fun in the fall?
land culture earth
Paradise A concept embraced by almost every culture. A land of peace and harmony. Some say it doesn't belong to the earth, that there is no Shangri-la, no utopian wilderness for the living.
sweet dark kissing
Love is Chocolate The unprocessed kind. Dark. Bitter. But always with the promise of sweet perfection. All it takes is sugar- that certain someone's kiss, flavored with possibility. If Dani has taught me anything, it's that life is brimming with possibilities. Every single day brings choices.
mean commitment perfect
Commitment means losing yourself to gain something temporary. Nothing lasts. Not looks. Not love.
love-you bye who-you-know
No one teaches you how to walk away from someone who you know loves you. NO one teaches you how to say good-bye.
stars sky shining
The stars shine as they always do. Same stars. Same sky. Only I am different.
strong queens mean
Kaeleigh, queen of passive, all the time saying no, but not strong enough to mean it.
past doors rooms
Cleansed, chlorinated to the point of chemical peel, sore muscles relieved, I felt almost human again. Tiptoe to my room, up a darkened hall, past closed doors, I wondered if I'd ever feel completely human again.
home space finding-love
I never went to Albuquerque expecting to find love. I thought it had found me there, followed me home. I never came home expecting to lose love in the space of one brief telephone call. Is it always so short-lived?
someone-you-love want scar
You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.