“The best thing about my mom being such a bitch is not worrying about trying to make her proud of me.” — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I hope I'm never a mom. But if I am, I'll make damn sure my kids look up to me.” — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
The Screaming flashed me back to a time when mom and dad were still together if you could call miles apart together. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Except when it comes to Mom. She is, and always has been, the driving force in this family. And sometimes that means… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I haven't cried since Mom died. I mean, after something like that, what's left to cry about, right? But I let myself… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I might have been your zygote. Your fetus. Maybe even your off-spring. But I have never been your son. You have no… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
One Time, One Day between Davie and Roberta , I asked my mom why she persisted, kept on having baby after baby,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
In fact, since the accident, Mom doesn't love anyone. She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family. What's left of… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I take four or five heavy steps beyond the front door and Mom comes rushing down the hallway. "Shane! What in the hell-" Now she sees me, in all my dignified glory. I tell her I'm fine. Swear I stuck up for my sister, not an alien but an angel. By the time I get to, "I think I might… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
I felt angry, frustrated. I felt I didn't belong, not in my church, not in my home, not in my skin. Amidst the chaos, i felt alone, in need of a friend instead of a sister, someone detached from my world. The "woman's role" theory disgusted me. I would soon be a woman, and I knew I could never perform… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
At Last It's a perfect winter day. No wind. No Arctic freeze. Cloudless azure sky. A day to fly. Snow drapes the mountain like ermine, fabulous feather- light powder coaxing me to flee the confines of my room, brave the mostly plowed road up to the closest ski resort. To run from the cloying silence connected Mom and Dad, into… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share
“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
