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. Ellen Hopkins More Quotes by Ellen Hopkins More Quotes From Ellen Hopkins Don't Stop ...down, ...Down there ...down where ...monsters, ...Run! Ellen Hopkins monsters running Possibilities ...in the closet ...itching ...to break out ...but afraid of ...the fallout Ellen Hopkins closets possibility break-out Faces ...I ...don't ...know ...the real ...me Ellen Hopkins real-me real faces The universe is a big place. If I was lost up there, how would you ever find me Ellen Hopkins find-me bigs lost 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. Ellen Hopkins who-i-am girl dust Home ...Home. ...the word, ...has ...no ...meaning Ellen Hopkins home-home home When You Weren't Looking ...why. ...Can't you ...care ...more ...about ...me. Ellen Hopkins care You are a gift to all who know you, whether or not they realize it. If they don't, they are blind. You have a special place in this world. All you have to do is find it. Do not give up on yourself, or the truths you have realized. Do not give in to those who could crush your dreams like nutshells. And never turn away from forever love. Ellen Hopkins crush giving-up dream Sad, that lives can be shattered, into so many pieces that they can never be put back together, the the relentless force of love. Irreparable. Ellen Hopkins relentless pieces together So You Want to Know All about her. Who she really is. (Was?) Why she swerved off the high road. Hard left to nowhere, recklessly indifferent to me. Hunter Seth Haskins, her firstborn son. I've been chocking that down for nineteen years. Why did she go on her mindless way, leaving me spinning in a whirlwind of her dust? Ellen Hopkins dust years son ....a perfect paper airplane. Ellen Hopkins airplane paper perfect I feel like a goddess, jailed in her Olympus. Little wonder how the gods toyed with humans. Toyed with women, to watch them squirm, pollinate the seeds of despair; toyed with men, to satiate their Seven Deadly Sins. Ellen Hopkins despair olympus men Would I ever find forever love? Do I really want to, when forever was a word without meaning? Ellen Hopkins forever-love want forever Some people never find love at all, count yourself blessed if it ever happens your way Ellen Hopkins finding-love blessed people Eyes Tell Stories But do they know how to craft fiction? Do they know how to spin lies? His eyes swear forever, flatter with vows of only me. But are they empty promises? I stare into his eyes, as into a crystal ball, but I cannot find forever, only movies of yesterday, a sketchbook of today, dreams of a shared tomorrow. His eyes whisper secrets. But are they truths or fairy tales? I wonder if even he knows. Ellen Hopkins eye dream lying Afraid to Die Loveless Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that's how you'll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen. Ellen Hopkins knowing-love frozen thinking But hey, I'm not exactly sold on the idea that love is, in fact, real. Will it find me one day, overtake me, infiltrate my life like sunlight snakes through the cold of morning? Can love thaw me? will it ever? Ellen Hopkins real morning love-is Life was good before I met the monster. After, life was great At least for a little while Ellen Hopkins crank monsters littles I'd sleep outside naked in the blizzard,for you. Ellen Hopkins blizzard naked sleep Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all. Ellen Hopkins killing-myself changed killing
