“Could be my soul mate / two kindred spirits / Maybe we're not / I guess we'll never / know”

“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”

“God, I am freaking out. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe I just look guilty of something and he’s picking up on that.”

“And like I said, I didn't know him very well, but my ears perked up whenever I heard his name. I guess I wanted to hear something - anything - juicy. Not because I wanted to spread gossip. I just couldn't believe someone could be that good.If he was actually that good... wonderful. Great! But it became a personal game of mine. How long could I go on hearing nothing but good things about Clay Jensen?Normally, when a person has a stellar image, another person's waiting in the wings to tear them apart. They're waiting for that one fatal flaw to expose itself.But not with Clay.”

“Maybe you didn't know what people thought of you because they themselves didn't know what they thought of you. Maybe you didn't give us enough to go on, Hannah.”

“I guess that's the point of it all. 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”

“Good for her, I guess. Cody's a conceited dick, but whatever makes her happy.”