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Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens.

Ellen Hopkins

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Ellen Hopkins
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: March 26
Novelist
Writer
Long Beach
California
Ellen Louise Hopkins
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Rainbow
Camera
Cameras
Memory
Failing
Memories
Tenuous
Ends
Lens
Thing
Lenses

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Eventually, it becomes a matter of scale. When the good outweighs the bad, you stay. When the bad is the only thing you notice anymore, you think about your future, or what's left of it, consider options.
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How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?
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I never went to Albuquerque expecting to find love. I thought it had found me there, followed me home. I never came home expecting to lose love in the space of one brief telephone call. Is it always so short-lived?
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Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?
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My happiest memories have no place in the past they are those I have yet to create.
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I'd like to cry now. Don't know how.
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Whatever has happened in someone's past, the future is theirs to shape. The first step is to find a way out.
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I know I can't stay here forever
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The first time I kissed you. One kiss, and I was totally hooked. Addicted to you. I could never love anyone the way I love you. I'd follow you across the universe.
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Alone everything changes. Some might call it distorted reality but it's exactly the place I need to be.
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I wonder how long it would take him to realize I'm right as sin - it's the rest of the world that's wrong. I'm not even sure how I qualify for admission to Aspen Springs. Does wanting to die equal losing your mind?
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Funny thing about the monster. The worse he treats you, the more you love him.
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I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary 'in love' is indefinable.
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The universe is a big place. If I was lost up there, how would you ever find me
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He's solid. You're fractured. He's hopeful. You're hopeless. He's always there. You're half there. He's faithful. You're so not. He's giving. You're afraid to give. He's honest. You lie all the time. He's loving. You don't know how to love.
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But hey, I'm not exactly sold on the idea that love is, in fact, real. Will it find me one day, overtake me, infiltrate my life like sunlight snakes through the cold of morning? Can love thaw me? will it ever?
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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.
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When the door to love opens, The window to control closes.
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Many readers share their stories with me and if one speaks to me (or if the same theme keeps coming at me), I will research it and decide if it would make a good book. But, straight down to it, people inspire me.
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Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.
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