Ellen Hopkins

"Once... Why...lie?...when...truth is...the easier path"

"Might as Well Laugh...remember...when... Life...made...sense"

"... Every word an author writes causes ripples, like tossing a stone into a pond. And you don't know where they'll go, or who they'll touch, or when they might come back to you. I think everything you do is kind of like that, too."

"The Screamingflashed me back to a timewhen mom and dad were still togetherif you could call miles apart together."

"I love the way she feels inthe curve of my arm. I loveher unpretentious beauty,her intelligence, her nerve. But could I ever love her?The concept of falling in loveis completely foreign, something I can’t bring myself to accept. Her hair pillows my cheek and her hand on my leg is warm. I care about you, Conner, and I hate to see you hurting. I want to respond but can’tfind the pretty words I need."

"A word to the unwise. Torch every book. Char every page. Burn every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear."

"A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find... a perfect paper airplane."

"Can a dream be wrong? Aren't dreams God's way of telling you things?"

"Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But there's no happily ever after. You'll only find happy endings in books. Some books."

"This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn't about sex. It's about connection."