Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say. Ellen Hopkins More Quotes by Ellen Hopkins More Quotes From Ellen Hopkins Would I drown saving him? Ellen Hopkins saving Christmas is far and away my favorite holiday. I love everything about it, from the event that inspired it, hoping for a white one, to wrapping presents. But mostly I love having family and friends gathered, and sharing traditions. Ellen Hopkins holidayfamily-and-friendswhite I know he did horrible things in the jungle. Things no amount of alcohol or pills could erase. War stains soldiers, all the way through their psyches, into their souls. I understand that, and could almost forgive him for taking his own life, to quiet the ghosts. But I can never forgive him for taking my mother with him. Ellen Hopkins psychmotherwar Happiness is a bull's-eye, awaiting arrows of pain. Ellen Hopkins arrowspaineye It's just so hard to feel good, you know? Ellen Hopkins feel-goodknowsfeels I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me. Ellen Hopkins real-mewrecksreal I write poetry anyway and have for years and years. For me, putting fiction and poetry together is like the best of both worlds. Ellen Hopkins togetherwritingyears I never actually plan sequels. They demand to be done. Ellen Hopkins demandplansdone Believe it or not, I sold my first novel, Crank, with only seventy-five pages complete. It was in verse then, and it was hard-hitting then. Ellen Hopkins hittingpagesbelieve And at some point I would like to talk my publisher into doing an anthology of my poetry alongside some teen readers poetry. It would be fun, and really wonderful to get their stuff out there. Ellen Hopkins would-bestufffun I write books for young adults because I truly connect with them on some very deep level. They are our hope, our future, and inspiring them to be the best they can be is very important to me. Ellen Hopkins importantwritingbook You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them. Ellen Hopkins good-thingsdeservewant 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. Ellen Hopkins paineyeheart You can turn your back but you can never really walk away. Ellen Hopkins turnswalks He did seem like a nice boy. Seeming and being are two different things. Ellen Hopkins niceboystwo Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who's supposed to protect you Ellen Hopkins protect-youhurtway But more importantly, 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 hvae to do is find it. Ellen Hopkins realizingspecialworld And if candor strikes to forcefully, step back, draw careful breath, and consider the angle your words must take before you open your mouth, let them leak out. Because once you tilt the truth, it becomes a lie. Ellen Hopkins tiltmouthslying 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. Ellen Hopkins falling-in-lovelove-islying A best friend is your voice when you can't find it. Ellen Hopkins voice
