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
half today way
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.
writing people looks
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.
hurt it-hurts worth-it
How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.
eye two stories
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.
girlfriend strong mean
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
party tangled stories
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.
heart air car
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.
heart events sat
I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.
war jumping fire
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.
decision moments granted
This was not a spurr-of-the-moment decision. Do not take me for granted... again.
dark world wanted
That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.
missing chance ifs
If I had a chance with him, I missed it. No, I didn't miss it. I threw it away.
break needed
I needed a break... from myself.
letting-go struggle losing-control
Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing you—just a tad—off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you're able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much—too tiring—and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.