Jay Asher

I didn't feel physically sick. But mentally. My mind was twisting in so many ways. (...) We once saw a documentary on migraines. One of the men interviewed used to fall on his knees and bang his head against the floor, over and over during attacks. This diverted the pain from deep inside his brain, where he couldn't reach it, to a pain outside that he had control over.

History's a bitch when you're in the middle of it.

You can't stop the futureYou can't rewind the pastThe only way to learn the secret...is to press play.

If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don't want to cry anymore, you don't listen to that song anymore. 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.

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

I miss the newness of Magic Eye posters, which really are amazing.

It seems like whenever a big newspaper or TV show talks about teen literature, they focus on dark books or vampire books. It's kind of this cliche. It seems like the only time adults pay attention is with that angle.

I had written a book that dealt with really serious issues. Was anybody going to want to read a Christmas love story from me?

I can't. You can't rewrite the past.

I think there's always room for humor, especially when you're talking about really serious issues.

I thought I was going to be known for my humor. But then I had an idea for a story, which was absolutely not humorous. But, of course, that's the one that sells and becomes big.

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

If my love were an ocean,there would be no more land.If my love were a desert,you would see only sand.If my love were a star-late at night, only light.And if my love could grow wings,I'd be soaring in flight.

You okay?__t__ a residential street, but it__ not the street of the party.I shake my head no.__re you going to be okay?_ he asks.I lean back, resting my head against the seat, and close my eyes. __ miss her.

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__ know. But I was careful never to give myself away.

Betrayal. It's one of the worst feelings.

Emma:__e broke your heart! How can you call it love when hehurt you so badly?__ellan:__t was lovebecause it was worth it.

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