Josh will begin disappearing into a future where the only place he and I remain friends is on the Internet.

— Jay Asher

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

— Jay Asher

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.

— Jay Asher

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

— Jay Asher

Or deep down, maybe there was more. Maybe I wanted someone to figure out who wrote the note and secretly come to my rescue. Maybe. I don’t know. But I was careful never to give myself away.

— Jay Asher

Put me underneath God's sky and know melon't just look at me with your eyes Take away this mask of flesh and bone and see me for my soul alone

— Jay Asher

Right then, in that office, with the realization that no one knew the truth about my life, my thoughts about the world were shaken. 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 tightly you grip the wheel, 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.

— Jay Asher

Sierra, it's Christmastime. Put a stupid mistletoe over his head and kiss him already!

— Jay Asher

Sometimes, there's no one around to tell you to be quiet... to be very, very quiet. Sometimes you need to be quiet when you're all alone.

— Jay Asher

Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true—that aren’t really how we feel—but they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about. If you could hear other people’s thoughts, you’d overhear things that are true as well as things that are completely random. And you wouldn’t know one from the other. It’d drive you insane. What’s true? What’s not? A million ideas, but what do they mean?

— Jay Asher