Ellen Hopkins Quotes.
Nonfiction 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.
The problem with resolutions is they’re only as solid as the person making them.
I write books for young adults because I truly connect with them on some very deep level. They are our hope, our future, and inspiring them to be the best they can be is very important to me.
For short term relaxation, I take a hot tub. It’s my best way to unblock writers’ block, too. For a bit longer relaxation, I enjoy camping. Just being in the wilderness, with no phones or computers or anything I have to do really refreshes my spirit.
Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.
I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.
I write poetry anyway and have for years and years. For me, putting fiction and poetry together is like the best of both worlds.
It’s probably weird to think about an addiction like it’s a sentient being, but that’s how it feels. Like it’s something living inside you. Something you can’t get rid of because killing it means killing you.
I couldn’t have known ‘Crank’ was going to be published, let alone become a big hit. That book was very personal for me: I had to tell the story for myself.
Anger is a valid emotion. It’s only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don’t want to do.
…life is all about chances. You might be safer not taking any. But playing it totally safe means you’re only existing. Not living. I want to live.
You were a summer gift, one I’ll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I’ll never really see. You’re the best thing that will ever happen to me.
Sometimes the little things in life mean the most.
Life was good before I met the monster. After, life was great At least for a little while
Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.
Anger is easier than forgiveness.
People inspire me. Everyone is such an individual and has unique stories. I’m a voyeur. I eavesdrop. Sometimes I ask questions. And sometimes people just want to tell me their stories.
What’s the point of being a hero when everyone thinks you’re a villain?
Funny thing about the monster. The worse he treats you, the more you love him.
Without poetry, stories would be told in sepia.
Life is all about change. If it were static, think about how boring it would be. You can’t be afraid of it, and you can’t worry that you’ll mess things up. You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.
Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they’re pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.
I don’t need more pain in my life. Why did I invite it in? Do I have to feel pain to believe I feel anything at all?
Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don’t, one blink and they might disappear…forever.
you fly until you crash two days two nights no sleep, no food, come down off the monster YOU CRASH REAL HARD