I need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty - flowers, seashells, dragonflies - have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.
Ellen HopkinsBut then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.
Ellen HopkinsI nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.
Ellen Hopkins