Jay Asher

“I repeat his words in my head. What's going on? What's going on? Oh, well, since you asked, I got a bunch of tapes in the mail today from a girl who killed herself. Apparently, I had something to do with it. I'm not sure what that is, so I was wondering if I could borrow your Walkman to find out.'Not much,' I say.”

“A week went by and nothing. But eventually, as they always will, the rumors reached me. And everyone knows you can't disprove a rumor.”

“Everything...affects everything”

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

“I’m sorry.” Once again, those were the words. And now, anytime someone says I’m sorry, I’m going to think of her.”

“I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.”

“I hope you're ready, because I'm about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you're listening to these tapes, you're one of the reasons why.”

“You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.”

“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.”

“ Imagine ten or tweleve orange chairs arrainged in a circle, with the happy woen from the flyer sitting at opposite ends. Only problem was, from day one, they weren't happy. Someone, whoever made that flyer, must have digitally turned their frowns upside down. They wrote about death. About the evilness of men. About the destruction of-and I quote- "the greenish, bluish orb with wisps of white." Seriously, that's how they descibed it. They went on to call Earth a knocked-up gaseous alien needing an abortion.”

“Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party. Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh.”

“A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.”

“Él lo hizo. Pero tú... y yo... dejamos que sucediera.Es nuestra culpa.”

“Si escuchas una canción que te hace llorar y no quieres llorar más, no vuelves a escucharla.Pero no puedes huir de ti mismo. No puedes decidir no volverte a ver nunca más. No puedes apagar las voces de tu cabeza.”

“Necesitaba un cambio, tal y como decían, así que cambié mi apariencia. La única cosa que todavía tenía bajo control.”

“¿Cuando intentas rescatar a alguien y descubres que no puedes llegar a él, ¿por qué te burlas en su cara de sus penas y preocupaciones?”

“Quería que la gente confiara en mí, a pesar de todo lo que había oído. Y más que eso, quería que me conociesen. No lo que ellos pensaban que era, sino a la Hannah real. Quería que pasasen de los rumores. Que viesen más allá de las relaciones que tuve o que tenía, aunque no se fiasen de ellas. Y si quería que ellos confiasen en mí de ese modo, entonces tendría que hacer lo mismo por ellos, ¿no?”

“¿Te diste cuenta de las cicatrices que dejabas detrás? No, probablemente no.Porque la mayoría de ellas son invisibles para el ojo humano.”

“Pero es más que sólo un arañazo. Es un puñetazo en el estómago y una bofetada en la cara. Es una puñalada en la espalda porque preferiste creer los falsos rumores que lo que sabías que era verdad.”

“Soul Alone by Hannah BakerI meet your eyesyou don't even see meYou hardly respondwhen I whisperhelloCould be my soul matetwo kindred spiritsMaybe we're notI guess we'll neverknowMy own motheryou carried me in youNow you see nothingbut what I wearPeople ask youhow I'm doingYou smile and noddon't let it endtherePut meunderneath God's sky and know medon't just see me with your eyesTake awaythis mask of flesh and bone andSee mefor my soulalone”

“ 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.”

“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.”

“When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?”

“I wanted people to trust me, despite anything they'd heard. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn't agree with.”

“And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home... I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally... I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.”

“You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . affects everything.”