After all, how often do we get a second chance?

— Jay Asher

After your visits, I twisted my blinds shut every night. I locked out the stars and I never saw lightning again. Each night, I simply turned out the lights and went to bed.

— Jay Asher

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

— Jay Asher

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through the empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

— Jay Asher

Are you okay?” It’s a residential street, but it’s not the street of the party. I shake my head no.“Are you going to be okay?” he asks. I lean back, resting my head against the seat, and close my eyes. “I miss her.

— Jay Asher

Betrayal. It's one of the worst feelings.

— Jay Asher

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

— Jay Asher

But now it’s too late. And that’s why, right at this moment, I feel so much hate. Toward myself. I deserve to be on this list. Because if I hadn’t been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive. I pull my gaze back from the neon sign.

— Jay Asher

But whatever the reason, it felt surreal

— Jay Asher

But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide to not see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.

— Jay Asher