“watch the people I pass—the two men running, backpacks on, training for the marathon, the young woman in a black skirt and white trainers, heels in her bag, on her way to work—and I wonder what they’re hiding. Are they… — 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
