Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.
Ellen HopkinsAnd 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 HopkinsIt wasn't my first kiss, maybe it wasn't my best kiss, but it was pretty fine, and the fact that he had asked will forever make that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender it made me cry.
Ellen HopkinsHer smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.
Ellen HopkinsFunny thing, your brain, how it always functions on one level or another. How, even stuck in some sort of subconcious limbo, it works your lungs, your muscle twitches, your heart, in fact, in symphony with your heart, allowing it to feel love. Pain. Jealousy. Guilt. I wonder if it’s the same for people, lost in comas. Is there really such a thing
Ellen Hopkins