Jay Asher Quotes - Page 2

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

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

I needed a break... from myself.

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

Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?

She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.

I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!

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

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

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

And in high school, people are always watching so there's always a reason to pose.

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.

That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.

How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?

Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing you—just a tad—off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you're able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much—too tiring—and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

I swear, guys in groups are capable of the stupidest things." "Like war," Kellan says, heaping napkins and ketchup packets onto her tray. "And jumping off rooftops." "And lighting their farts on fire," she says.

Stories about sensitive issues like sex, drugs or sexual assault, suicide and teen drinking, are often censored because people just don't want to talk about those things. It's not that these things don't happen, but when they're shared in a fictional setting, for some reason they make some people uncomfortable.

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

As a writer, my only responsibility is to tell a compelling story.

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

If you're angry, you don't have to write a poem dealing with the cause of your anger. But it needs to be an angry poem. So go ahead... write one. I know you're at least a little bit angry with me. And when you're done with your poem, decipher it as if you'd just found it printed in a textbook and know absolutely nothing about its author. The results can be amazing...and scary. But it's always cheaper than a therapist.

And concentrating on the spot where the two spindles should be is the closest I get to looking Hannah's eyes as she tells my story.

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.

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

Teens in the '90s had the same basic desires as they do now.