Ellen Louise Hopkins (born March 26, 1955) is a novelist who has published several New York Times bestselling novels that are popular among the teenage and young adult audience.
Red and raw like my heart, pried from your's, the two beating, no longer together, but a thousand miles between them when only yesterday they thumped in unison.
Forever made that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender.
I'd like to cry now. Don't know how.
you come home, and everyone talks at once and everyone asks questions, but no one waits for the answers. Instead they talk about themselves, what they've been up to, what they're going to do next, as if you're a photo on the wall. And then they talk to one another, forgetting you've jsut flown in, forgetting you're in the backseat, forgetting they've already said it all.
I think parents should know what their children are reading, and if they truly object, they should tell their kids why, rather than summarily removing a book from their possession.
Anger is easier than forgiveness.
Authors have to write for their characters, for who they are, that's the strength of books. Don't worry about censors. Just write the story you need to tell and the rewards will come.
hindsight is gained through experience
The love of her life dissolved into dreams.
Faces. . . I. . . don't. . . know. . . the real. . . me
A best friend is your voice when you can't find it.
Puzzle pieces don't always connect do they?
The universe is a big place. If I was lost up there, how would you ever find me
. . . Things happened when you were little. Things you don't remember now, and don't want to. But they need to escape, need to worm their way out of that dark place in your brain where you keep them stashed.
Religion is for followers. . . Followers and puppets.
Except when it comes to Mom. She is, and always has been, the driving force in this family. And sometimes that means driving us head-on, no possible change of course, into a wall.
I have a really good idea of who my readers are and always write with a sensitivity to my audience. I use the F word when necessary, but there are words I won't use, mainly because I don't like them. I don't write about body parts when I write about sex. It's not about the physiological, it's more important for teens to read about the emotional aspects. I do think there are times when self-censorship is important.
Why are people so afraid of giving their kids necessary information that might prevent an unwanted pregnancy or disease? But they're not worried about the violent nature of video games or movies or books.
I can see why she feels left behind. Maybe even discarded. Is that why she refuses to accept my love and return it? Afraid that love doesn't last? Doesn't really exist? Afraid if her own father can withdraw his love (or at least the manifestation of his love), that maybe she somehow isn't worthy of the emotion?
Yeah, I know getting high isn't so smart. Ask me if I care.