Ellen Hopkins Quotes - Page 2

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...Home.
...the word,
...has
...no
...meaning

Once

...Why
...lie?
...when
...truth is
...the easier path

We used to do coke, till "Just Say No" put the stuff out of reach. Now it's crank. Meth. The monster. It's a bitch on the body, but damn do you fly.

Alone
everything changes.
Some might call it distorted reality
but it's exactly the place I need to be.

Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.

Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.

The Screaming
flashed me back
to a time
when mom and dad
were still together
if you could call
miles apart together.

To all my readers. I don't need my daughter's okay to do anything. I was a writer before she was my daughter. The CRANK books were inspired by my desire to keep others from following in her path, but they are FICTION. And seriously, WTF do I need her permission for? Are you effing kidding me? I'm her MOTHER.

Her halo was never gold, or it couldn't have rusted so completely.

Some people
Are worthy of a bullet straight
to the heart because that is where
cruelty evolves into evil.
Some
humans aren't human at all,
despite how they appear.
Humanity is what lives inside
people,
harbored beneath skin, flesh,
and bone.

The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you've fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.

A problem is really just a solution in need of a reason to exist. If you think about it, life would be kind of boring if it were completely free of friction.

It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on...

In a woman's womb another chance to make
the world a better place.

Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.

I had never kissed a boy, had never even considered that I might enjoy such an unclean thing, until literature opened my eyes.

I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever". Maybe because forever is such a scary place.

So you try to think of someone else you're mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.