The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
How could I share the way my heart was breaking when my confessor didn’t believe — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. Kaeleigh wants to believe in me. I am her twin,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I told her about the man, not my daddy, she said, He was only making you into a real girl. I didn’t… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Even without them touching me, I feel dirty about what I do. Alex does even filthier things but says it all washes… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Believe it or not, I sold my first novel, 'Crank,' with only seventy-five pages complete. It was in verse then, and it… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I don't need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
HAPPY EVER AFTER is a concept I'll never believe in. I would be content to sample some little taste of happiness today,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Smoke You stand infront of me, pretending to be solid, but you are nothing more than smoke and mirors. You said you'd… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
In my books my characters experience things as they are. My books allow youth an honest look at important issues affecting them.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I don’t think God has a gender. I don’t think God hates gays or Democrats, and I don’t think you have to… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Pretty That's what I am, I guess. I mean, people have been telling me that's what I am since I was two.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Not exactly. I see a girl who wants to present someone special to the world. Someone beautiful. The pinnacle of beauty. But… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Girls get screwed. Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they're always on the short end of things. The way… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Too many people believe they can control their drug of choice. But the drug is almost always in control. If an addict… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I've been alone since my mom met Scott. He sucked the nectar from her heart like a famished butterfly. No nurture, no nourishment left… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
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… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
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… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
...life is all about chances. You might be safer not taking any. But playing it totally safe means you're only existing. Not living. I… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
But death doesn't scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be a comfort.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
So You Want to Know All about her. Who she really is. (Was?) Why she swerved off the high road. Hard left to nowhere,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
“I don’t belong here. I know that. But I don’t belong anywhere else, either. And that is at the heart of the black depression… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
Afraid to Die Loveless Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that's how you'll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
