We didn’t get that chance because I was afraid. Afraid I had no chance with you.
Els rumors no es poden desmentir.
No es pot reescriure el passat.
And that’s when I thought of you, Justin. For the first time in a long time, I thought of our first kiss. My real first kiss. I remembered the anticipation leading up to it. I remembered your lips pressed against mine. And then I remembered how you ruined it. -pg 215.
First, you started a chain of events that ruined my life. Now, you were working on hers. -pg 228.
Justin, baby. I’m not blaming you entirely. We’re in this one together. We both could have stopped it. Either one of us. We could have saved her. And I’m admitting this to you. To all of you. That girl had two chances. And both of us let her down. -pg 229.
Who would send me a shoe box full of audiotapes? No one listens to tapes anymore. Do I even have a way to play them? -pg 6.
Hello, boys and girls. Hannah Baker here. Live and in stereo. No return engagements. No encore. And this time, absolutely no requests. I hope you’re ready, because I’m about to tell you about 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. -pg 7.
And you, lucky number thirteen, you can take the tapes straight to hell. Depending on your religion, maybe I’ll see you there. -pg 9.
When you reach the end of these tapes, Justin, I hope you’ll understand your role in all of this. Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters. Betrayal, It’s one of the worst feelings. -pg 13.
You didn’t shove your tongue down my throat. You didn’t grab my butt. We just held our lips together... and kissed. -pg 29.
You can’t rewrite the past. -pg 60.
Courtney does come off as genuinely sweet. Hearing her story here, on these tapes, must have killed her. A shiver crawls up my back. “Killed her”. A phrase I will now drop from my vocabulary. -pg 95.
Was I disappointed when you said good-bye to me, Courtney? Not much. It’s hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true. But did I feel used? Absolutely. -pg 110.
And then, from behind me, someone called my name. I’m not going to tell you who because it doesn’t matter. Like the person who grabbed my ass at Blue Spot Liquor, what he was about to say was just an aftereffect of someone else’s actions- someones else’s callousness. -pg 113.
I could have helped you. But when I tried, you pushed me away. I can almost hear Hannah’s voice speaking my next thought for me. “Then why didn’t you try harder?“. -pg 148.
And the next day? Nothing in my bag. The note was gone. -pg 165.
A few days before she took the pills, Hannah was herself again. She said hello to everyone in the halls. She looked us in the eyes. It seemed so drastic because it had been months since she had acted like that. Like the real Hannah. -pg 171.
Or maybe I wanted someone to point a finger at me and say. “Hannah. Are you thinking about killing yourself? Please don’t do that, Hannah. Please?” But deep down, the truth was that the only person saying that was me. Depp down, those were my words. -pg 173.
And that’s why, right at this moment, I feel so much hate. Towards myself. I deserve to be on this list. Because if I hadn’t been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive. -pg 181.
You don’t know what went on in the rest of my life. At home. Even at school. 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 whole entire life. -pg 201.