“Yes, it is. It’s, like, when someone has an affair, why does the wife always hate the other woman? Why doesn’t she hate her husband? He’s the one who’s betrayed her, he’s the one who swore to love her and… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“gardens over. One of them was crying—maybe they both were—and there was a child bawling its head off,” — Paula Hawkins Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 place. His theory was that you get into a state where your brain no longer makes short-term memories. And while you’re there, in deepest black, you don’t behave as you usually would, because you’re simply reacting… — 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, little black book at my side, and I call Scott. “You should have told me,” he says as soon as he picks up, “what you are.” His tone is flat, cold. My stomach is a small,… — Paula Hawkins Copy Share
“Something felt off, but I realized eventually that it was just me. Still,” — Paula Hawkins Copy Share Image
