Actually, I love trying to figure out why certain books become hits while others, which may be just as good, have trouble finding an audience.
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 explanation―not even a reaction. Not in your eyes.
When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?
You don't need to watch out for me, Clay." But I did, Hannah. And I wanted to. I could have helped you. But when I tried, you pushed me away. I can almost hear Hannah's voice speaking my nest thought for me. "Then why didn't you try harder?
Yes, it feels great to plan your life when you believe everything can turn out fine. But what about when you're shown, again and again, how little control you have over anything? No matter what I do to try to fix my future, it doesn't work.
I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.