Ellen Hopkins Quotes

One kiss, I was totally hooked.

Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.

I fell for a boy from the wrong side of the tracks.

Grandma once told me it's easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.

It [death] chokes you, gags you, but you have to pretend that you're doing just fine, not trembling with this fear because the end is close.

The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.

You can turn your back but you can never really walk away.

You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.

Some secrets can't be kept too long. No matter how hard you try to hide them, sooner or later they scurry out from your cupboards, cockroaches on the run.

We kissed for about the thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuilding of shattered trust.

Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she's okay. Is that too much to ask?

Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.

But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.

Love is for children and dimwads.

And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?

Whatever has happened in someone's past, the future is theirs to shape. The first step is to find a way out.

Some people never find love at all, count yourself blessed if it ever happens your way

empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.

Life is full of choices. We don't always make good ones. It seems to Kristina you gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in. Bree throws rocks at the feeble glass, laughs

Clear. Cold. Empty. Like how I feel right now. Love is strange. One minute you’re jungle fever. The next you’re Artic winter.

I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die.

The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.

I write poetry anyway and have for years and years. For me, putting fiction and poetry together is like the best of both worlds.

It's just so hard to feel good, you know?" I do know. And more than that, it's just so incredibly hard to feel. (54)

Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness?

I never actually plan sequels. They demand to be done.

I'm in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.

Just keep on shining that light. The rest will take care of itself.

I want to know living love. And I don't want to wait for it.

Happily ever after is a concept I'll never believe in.

Maybe Life is random. No fate. No God. Just Time.

School used to be an escape. Now it's just another place with too much pressure, too much confrontation, & so not enough joy.

the not-so-bookish librarian was half angel, half she-devil, so sayeth the rumor mill.

And at some point I would like to talk my publisher into doing an anthology of my poetry alongside some teen readers poetry. It would be fun, and really wonderful to get their stuff out there.

Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up so tight, struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words?" -346

I write books for young adults because I truly connect with them on some very deep level. They are our hope, our future, and inspiring them to be the best they can be is very important to me.

You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.

BEAUTIFUL is stark, disquieting and, quite simply, riveting. Amy Reed is an author to keep on your radar.

Your life doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the people that love you

I needed to see, needed to know, needed a whole lot more.

Believe it or not, I sold my first novel, Crank, with only seventy-five pages complete. It was in verse then, and it was hard-hitting then.

Without Warning Sometimes you're traveling a highway, the only road you've ever known, and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you.

I really have to wonder who or what made Daddy become this way. Babies aren't born cruel or filled with sick desire. Evil is not intrinsic. It's fashioned.

It was body rush After body rush, intensity building. Touch me there.

When all else fails, dream bigger.

Anger requires energy, something I don't dare waste on what cannot be altered.

I'd like to cry now. Don't know how.

Do you know how beautiful you are?' I shook my head 'I'm not. But you make me fell like I am.' I wanted to be beautiful. To him. For him. I didn't care how anybody else saw me. Only Ethan.

The universe is a big place. If I was lost up there, how would you ever find me

Faces ...I ...don't ...know ...the real ...me