Ellen Hopkins Quotations

Innocence eroded into nightmare. All because of very bad touch. Love, corrupted.

Coyotes hunt in packs, and so do assholes.

All I can do is lie here, brain turning somersaults. It's nights like these when memories stir, whipping themselves into stiff peaks of pain.

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

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

...Things happened when you were little. Things you don't remember now, and don't want to. But they need to escape, need to worm their way out of that dark place in your brain where you keep them stashed.

Possibilities ...in the closet ...itching ...to break out ...but afraid of ...the fallout

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

So you want to know all about me. Who I am. What chance meeting of brush and canvas painted the face you see? What made me despise the girl in the mirror enough to transform her,turn her to into a stranger, only not. So you want to hear the whole story. Why I swerved off the high road, hard left to nowhere, recklessly indifferent to those coughing my dust, picked up speed no limits,no top end, just a high velocity rush to madness.

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