Jay Asher Quotes

The main thing I wanted to say, and thankfully it’s what most people say they get out of the book, is simply an acknowledgement that we do affect each other in ways we can’t predict.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.

You can't stop the future You can't rewind the past The only way to learn the secret ...is to press play.

I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

Everything...affects everything

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

Did the poet use red to symbolize blood? Anger? Lust? Or is the wheelbarrow simply red because red sounded better than black?

In the end....everything matters.

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

Actually, I love trying to figure out why certain books become hits while others, which may be just as good, have trouble finding an audience.

I want to collapse. I want to fall on the sidewalk right there and drag myself to the ivy.

The road to publication is like a churro - long and bumpy, but sweet.

I needed a break... from myself.

If I had a chance with him, I missed it. No, I didn't miss it. I threw it away.

When you hold people up for ridicule, you have to take responsibility when other people act on it.

Because when you're posed, you know someone's watching. You put on your very best smile. You let your sweetest personality shine.

I hope you're ready, because I'm about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you're listening to these tapes, you're one of the reasons why.

Two steps behind her, I say her name. "Skye.

But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.

Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party. Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh.

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top: Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free.

I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.

This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.

Here's a tip. If you touch a girl, even as joke, and she pushes you off, leave... her... alone. Don't touch her. Anywhere! Just stop. Your touch does nothing but sicken her.

They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.

It's hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.

One little ripple started today could create a typhoon fifteen years from now.

And as I stood there in the hallway―alone―trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn't worth an explanation―not even a reaction. Not in your eyes.

I can't. You can't rewrite the past.

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.

Betrayal. It's one of the worst feelings.

But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

You need to figure out what you want, Josh. If that means you need to swim against the tide to get it, at least youre aiming for something that could make you very happy.

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

I simply wanted a kiss. I was a freshman girl who had never been kissed. Never. But I liked the boy, he liked me, and I was going to kiss him. That's the story, the whole story, right there.

I decided to find out how people at school might react if one of the students never came back.

But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.

Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.

Everything about it was false. Right then, in that office, with the realization that no one knew the truth about my life, my thoughts about the world were shaken.

I waited a second. Should I? No... but I will.

What you don't understand, you can make mean anything.

Maybe you didn't know what people thought of you because they themselves didn't know what they thought of you. Maybe you didn't give us enough to go on, Hannah.

I’m sorry.” Once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says I’m sorry, I’m going to think of her.

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

Hannah wasn't my first kiss, but the first kiss that mattered: the first kiss with someone who mattered. (pg 222).

and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy