Jay Asher
Jay Asher
Jay Asher is an American writer of contemporary novels for teens. He has one major publication in the genre of young adult literature...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth30 September 1975
CityArcadia, CA
CountryUnited States of America
noise awareness get-away
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.
sorry thinking doors
His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed. He's letting me go. I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me. A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out. And I did find out. And I'm sorry.
decision moments granted
This was not a spurr-of-the-moment decision. Do not take me for granted... again.
faces thrown
How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?
awful
Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.
talking ideas appreciate
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.
looks guilty freaking-out
God, I am freaking out. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe I just look guilty of something and he’s picking up on that.
dad thinking doctors
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.
school home lunch
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.
eye trying hallways
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.
stories heard knows
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.
letting-go hands may
It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.
goes-on knows
You don't know what goes on in anyone's life but your own.
world wanted make-sense
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.