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
dirty believe thinking
Even without them touching me, I feel dirty about what I do. Alex does even filthier things but says it all washes off with soap. I don’t believe that. I think it all leaves stains. Indelible stains.
children important care
When You Weren’t Looking The child became a woman, though she wasn’t ready to. Don’t ask how or why. Those questions are not important ones. Can’t you see you didn’t care enough to notice?
men crowds arms
If I come back to you now, can we be what we were before life’s uncertain rhythms tore us so far apart? If I return today, will your arms gather me in, or will I be wrenched away, snatched by riptide I have no power to resist? If I find my way to you, one man standing in a crowd, will I even know who you are?
lying tired promise
Can’t promise I’ll stay. That would be lying. And I’m so, so tired of lies.
sorry apology three
I swallow any sort of apology. "screwing your neighbor." There. Said it. React, okay? pregnant pause becomes three weeks overdue. Four weeks. Time for a C-section. What? Oh, Kaeleigh, I'm so sorry. Are you sure...?
feelings razors levels
But I so want to walk that razor's edge, Take feeling to a whole new level.
mean mind want
I mean, if you're gonna purposely lose your mind, you want to get it back some day. Don't you? Okay, maybe not.
love-is brain blind
Love is more than blind. It’s brain-dead.
spring long mind
I wonder how long it would take him to realize I'm right as sin - it's the rest of the world that's wrong. I'm not even sure how I qualify for admission to Aspen Springs. Does wanting to die equal losing your mind?
silhouettes
That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in.
life taken games
When all choice is taken from you, life becomes a game of survival.
light shining care
Just keep on shining that light. The rest will take care of itself.
morning sleep night
Love Is a curious thing. Sometimes it barrels into you, leaves you breathless. Other times, it comes in- to your life, a tentative beam of morning sun sneaking through the blinds, and you think this light isn't possible. The shutters are drawn. Night should linger on. I don't feel like waking. Yet the room comes slowly lit. Sleep slithers away, and at last you can no longer deny the dawning.
curves perfect together
She is angle. I am curve. Together, we are geometric sculpture, and we make perfect sense.