She is angle. I am curve. Together, we are geometric sculpture, and we make perfect sense. — Ellen Hopkins
Ghosts Take shape under moonlight, materialize in dreams. Shadows. Silhouettes of what — Ellen Hopkins
Some people never find love at all, count yourself blessed if it ever happens your way — Ellen Hopkins
Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest. — Ellen Hopkins