"I suppose she's always been there, vague as a soft copper pulse of moonlight through blossoming seacoast fog." -Ellen Hopkins
"High-rise casinos, each with a "got rich" story or two and thousands of sad little secrets, gigantic glittering towers of glass and ungodly neon intruding upon the beauty of the July dusk, yet waving a welcome home, midst a bayou of cement, asphalt shingles, tinted panes, fake wood siding, and lingering in the distance, an ocean of sage-embroidered playa, vast as time itself, those very seconds, hours, eons locked within the fringe of great crustal blocks most call mountains." -Ellen Hopkins
"And it occurred to me for one uneasy moment that every move I had made lately might have started a landslide." -Ellen Hopkins
"Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight, struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words?" -Ellen Hopkins
Be good to each other,
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