Explore Quotes by Jay Asher

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

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

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

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

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.

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

I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.

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

Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

And everyone knows you can’t disprove a rumor.