Memory is a tenuous thing. . . . flickering glimpses, blue and white, like ancient, decomposing 16mm film. Happiness escapes me there,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Such an incredible waste of energy, to work your ass off for sixty years, then shrivel up, die, and be nothing more… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Too much to take in, too much to purge. Why must every memory, once sweet, dead end in such ugliness? — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
All I can do is lie here, brain turning somersaults. It's nights like these when memories stir, whipping themselves into stiff peaks… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Regrets are like molecules. We're all made up of a lot of them. They are elemental. Building blocks. The foundations of memory.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet. — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
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 Image
...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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
