Quotes by Ellen Hopkins

A chatWith the Grim Reapershould be enough to scareaway any thought of relapse.Wish it were that easy,but not even days conversingwith death can disintegratethe claws of addiction.

Its probably weird to think about an addiction like its a sentient being, but thats how it feels. Like its something living inside you. Something you cant get rid of because killing it means killing you. I cant really understand addictions to drugs or alcohol. Things that control you. But an eating disorder is an addiction you control. Wait, is that paradoxical? I prefer to believe not.

I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?

Life was radical right after I met the monster.Later, life became harder, complicated.Ultimately, a living hell, like swimming against a riptide,Walking the wrong direction in the fast lane of the freeway, Waking from sweetest dreams to find yourself in the middle of a nightmare.

Its probably weird to think about an addiction like its a sentient being, but thats how it feels. Like its something living inside you. Something you cant get rid of because killing it means killing you.

I thought hed run if he knew. Instead, he offered help, not that I believed he could possibly help. I thought hed turn his back, close his heart, slink away. Instead, he promised sanctuary.

And the scary thing is, I’m on a fast track to that same aviary. Unless I find my wings.

Have you everhad so much to saythat your mouth closed up tightstruggling to harnessthe nuclear forcecoalescing within your words?Have you everhad so many thoughtschurning inside you that you didn’tdare let them escapein case they blew you wide open?Have you everbeen so angry that youcouldn’t look in the mirrorfor fear of finding the face of evilglaring back at you?

Funny thing about the monster. The worse he treats you, the more you love him.

GhostsTake shape under moonlight,materialize in dreams.Shadows. Silhouettesof what is no more. Butghosts dontbother me. The day bringsbigger things to worry aboutthan flimsy remains ofyesterday. No, spooks dontscare me.Gauzy apparitions mightprank your psyche oragitate your nightmares,but lackingflesh and bloodthey are powerlessto hurt you-cannot hopeto inflict the kind of damagethat real, livepeople do.

Life is all about change. If it were static, think about how boring it would be. You cant be afraid of it, and you cant worry that youll mess things up.

Whats the point of being a hero when everyone thinks youre a villain?

Innocence eroded into nightmare.All because of very bad touch.Love, corrupted.

...Things happenedwhen you were little. Things youdont remember now, and dont wantto. But they need to escape,need to worm their way outof that dark place in your brainwhere you keep them stashed.

Librarians were like guardian angels, with graying hair and beady eyes, magnified through reading glasses, and always read to recommend new literary windows to gaze through.

DisappointmentCan do a couple things.It can drop you into a giantsucking sinkhole ofdepression,a place you have to fightto climb out of. Or itcan trigger an epicmaniato overcome the oddsand transform failureinto success. Say youswingas high as the chains willtake you because you seekthe thrill of flight, and on theup-kick, you lose your seat.Injury is likely. But if youworry about fallingdown,and never chance up,the sky will remainforever out of reach.

Babies arent born cruel or filled with sick desire. Evil is not intrinsic. Its fashioned.

Forever has no meaning when youre living in the moment. I wasnt ready for that moment to end.

...I know theres no such thing as forever. So what can we be, in the now?

What I dont like is what it sometimes takes to win. Backstabbing. Manipulation. Out-and-out bribery once in a while, and not always the monetary kind.