“We now know that memories are not fixed or frozen, like Proust’s jars of preserves in a larder, but are transformed, disassembled, reassembled, and recategorized with every act of recollection. —Oliver Sacks, Hallucinations” — Paula Hawkins Copy Share Image
“I am not the girl I used to be...it's as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in… — Paula Hawkins Copy Share
“Beautiful sunshine, cloudless skies, no one to play with, nothing to do. Living like this, the way I'm living at the moment, is harder… — Paula Hawkins Copy Share
“I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that” — Paula Hawkins Copy Share
“gardens over. One of them was crying—maybe they both were—and there was a child bawling its head off,” — Paula Hawkins Copy Share
“The things I want to remember I can't, and the things I try so hard to forget just keep coming.” — Paula Hawkins Copy Share
“the author claimed that blacking out wasn’t simply a matter of forgetting what had happened, but having no memories to forget in the first… — Paula Hawkins Copy Share
“me thinking straight. I take a shower, get dressed and make another cup of coffee, and then I sit down in the living room,… — Paula Hawkins Copy Share
“Something felt off, but I realized eventually that it was just me. Still,” — Paula Hawkins Copy Share
“the holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mould yourself through the gaps.… — Paula Hawkins Copy Share
“I don't remember things. I black out and I can't remember where I've been or what I've done. Sometimes I wonder if I've done… — Paula Hawkins Copy Share
“Some days I feel so bad that I have to drink; some days I feel so bad that I can’t.” — Paula Hawkins Copy Share
