Jay Asher Quotes - Page 6

It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.

You don't know what goes on in anyone's life but your own.

I don't know exactly what it is, but it looks like interconnected websites where people show their photos and write about everything going on in their lives, like whether they found a parking spot or what they ate for breakfast." "But why?" Josh asks.

Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up?

I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.

My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.

We didn't get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid I had no chance with you.

I left. When I should have stayed.

Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

Whenever I'm out late she makes a sandwich for my school lunch. I always protest and tell her not to, saying I'll make my own when I get home. But she likes it. She says it reminds her of when I was younger and needed her.

I tried getting my dad to buy me a beeper for my birthday,” he says, “but he thinks only doctors and drug dealers need them.

That’s what i love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff were your not sure what the poets talking about. You may have an idea, but you cant be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings. Is it a stand-in ―a symbol for another idea? Does it fit into a larger, more hidden, metaphor? ...I hated poetry until someone showed me how to appreciate it. He told me to see poetry as a puzzle. Its up to the reader to decipher the code, or the words, based on everything they know about life and emotions.

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

But I need to wake up somehow. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s best to get through the day half-asleep. Maybe that’s the only way to get through today.

And everyone knows you can’t disprove a rumor.

God, I am freaking out. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe I just look guilty of something and he’s picking up on that.

And like I said, I didn't know him very well, but my ears perked up whenever I heard his name. I guess I wanted to hear something - anything - juicy. Not because I wanted to spread gossip. I just couldn't believe someone could be that good. If he was actually that good... wonderful. Great! But it became a personal game of mine. How long could I go on hearing nothing but good things about Clay Jensen? Normally, when a person has a stellar image, another person's waiting in the wings to tear them apart. They're waiting for that one fatal flaw to expose itself. But not with Clay.

This was not a spurr-of-the-moment decision. Do not take me for granted... again.

It was love because it was worth 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.

Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

How in the world was I alone? Because I wanted to be. That's all I can say. It's all that makes sense to me.

There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper.

Every reader is different. There's no book that's inappropriate for every person, but there are people who cannot handle everything.

Personally, I never understood the power of having books written about your experience - whatever that experience may be - until I wrote one and started hearing from teens. I just got an email from a reader who said that "Thirteen Reasons Why" was the first time they had felt understood. A book shouldn't be anybody's first time feeling understood and that's where censorship bothers me. These books need to be out there.