Communication Was never big in my house. We sat together over dinner, but the only sound you'd hear was crunching and chewing… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
When I was little, my friends would gush over wedding gowns and honeymoons. But I saw too many people flush decades together… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
People inspire me. Everyone is such an individual and has unique stories. I'm a voyeur. I eavesdrop. Sometimes I ask questions. And… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
TRIAD: Three separate highways intersect at a place no reasonable person would ever want to go. Three lives that would have been… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I carry a strong anti-drug message, and it's important young people especially hear a "real" story about addiction and how it affects… — 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
Some people never find the right kind of love. You know, the kind that steals your breath away, like diving into snowmelt.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
There are people who think it's easier to write books in verse, and it's definitely not. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Your life doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the people that love you — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Why are people so afraid of giving their kids necessary information that might prevent an unwanted pregnancy or disease? But they're not… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Many readers share their stories with me and if one speaks to me (or if the same theme keeps coming at me),… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Some people never find love at all, count yourself blessed if it ever happens your way — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Ghosts Take shape under moonlight, materialize in dreams. Shadows. Silhouettes of what is no more. But ghosts don't bother me. The day… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Funny thing, your brain, how it always functions on one level or another. How, even stuck in some sort of subconcious limbo,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Transformation Isn't easy when most of the people in your life think you're already perfect, and want you to stay just how… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“ Perfect? How do you define a word without concrete meaning? To each his own, the saying goes, so why push to… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
They think old people are lame. But they're not. They're awesome, & I know exactly why I think so. It's because they've… — 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
You can have your pick of pretty women. Why me? You're like the ocean, Pattyn. Pretty enough on the surface, but dive… — 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
