School used to be an escape. Now it's just another place with too much pressure, too much confrontation, & so not enough joy.
Ellen HopkinsNonfiction 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 HopkinsClear. Cold. Empty. Like how I feel right now. Love is strange. One minute youโre jungle fever. The next youโre Artic winter.
Ellen Hopkins