Explore Quotes by Jay Asher

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.

I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

The Golden Rule will always be good advice!

Those are some strong currents you're swimming against.

And what about you-the rest of you-did you notice the scars you left behind? No. Probably not. Because most of them can't be seen with the naked eye.

People grow apart, and sometimes, there nothing anyone can do about it.

I didn't humiliate him by pointing it out because that's not how you treat friends. You don't judge them. You don't humiliate them. I bet he's been judging me all along.

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

Rejection always hurts, but having it come from my best friend was the worst.

And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

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

Maybe it's not as important to you as it was for me, but that's not for you to decide.

It's important to be aware of how we treat others. Even though someone appears to shrug off a sideways comment or to not be affected by a rumor, it's impossible to know everything else going on in that person's life, how we might be adding to his/her pain. People do have an impact on the lives of others; that's undeniable.

That's what I love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff where you're not sure what the poet's talking about. You may have an idea, but you can't be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings.

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

I didn't feel physically sick. But mentally. My mind was twisting in so many ways. (...) We once saw a documentary on migraines. One of the men interviewed used to fall on his knees and bang his head against the floor, over and over during attacks. This diverted the pain from deep inside his brain, where he couldn't reach it, to a pain outside that he had control over.

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.

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

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

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

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.