I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top:… — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
Did the poet use red to symbolize blood? Anger? Lust? Or is the wheelbarrow simply red because red sounded better than black? — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
Then come to realize that you're making mountains out of molehills. Realize how petty you've become. Sure, it may feel like you can't get… — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters. — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
Don't give up on me now. I'm sorry. I guess that's an odd thing to say. Because isn't that what I'm doing? Giving up? — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
If you're angry, you don't have to write a poem dealing with the cause of your anger. But it needs to be an angry… — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
“Pero no puedes escaparte de ti misma. No puedes decidir no verte más. No puedes decidir apagar el ruido de tu cabeza.” — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
“When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life.” — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
I miss video games where the jump-kick was the trickiest combo to master. — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
“One day, at least it seemed that fast, she just stopped wanting to be a part of anything.” — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
And as I stood there in the hallway―alone―trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn't worth an… — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try. — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
Personally, I never understood the power of having books written about your experience - whatever that experience may be - until I wrote one… — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
Fiction is an easy way to talk about issues: I think it feels less preachy. You can have the students discuss characters in the… — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
