Explore Quotes by Jay Asher

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

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

We all know the sound a camera makes when it snaps a picture. Even some of the digitals do it for nostalgia’s sake.

Then come to realize that you're making mountains out of molehills. Realize how petty you've become. Sure, it may feel like you can't get a grip on this town. It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down. But you must stop being so pessimistic, Hannah, and learn to trust those around you. So I do. One more time.

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.

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

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

If time was a string connecting all of your stories, that party would be the point where everything knots up. And that knot keeps growing and growing, getting more and more tangled, dragging the rest of your stories into it.

He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.

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

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

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

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

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.

Justin, honey, you were my very first kiss. My very first hand to hold. But you were nothing more than an average guy. And I don't say that to be mean- I don't. There was just something about you that made me need to be your girlfriend to this day I don't know exactly what that was. But it was there.. and it was amazingly strong. -Thirteen Reasons Why

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.