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
may small-roles matter
Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.
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.
girl doe personal-space
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.
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.
rumor knows
And everyone knows you can’t disprove a rumor.
worth-it
It was love because it was worth it.
mean swim want
You need to figure out what you want, Josh. If that means you need to swim against the tide to get it, at least youre aiming for something that could make you very happy.
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.