Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.
Ellen HopkinsThe 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 HopkinsEasier, sometimes, to gulp down giant spoonfuls of uncertainty than it is to swallow throat-clogging capsules of what really is.
Ellen HopkinsOur meeting, touching, accidentally connecting immediately, interwoven hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart.
Ellen HopkinsIn fact, since the accident, Mom doesn't love anyone. She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family. What's left of us anyway. We are corpses. At first, we sought rebirth. But resurrection devoid of her love has made us zombies. We get up every morning, skip breakfast, hurry off to work or school. For in those other places, we are more at home. And sometimes we stagger beneath the weight of grief, the immensity of aloneness.
Ellen Hopkins