“At night I can hear it, quiet but unrelenting, undeniable: a whisper in my head, Slip away. When I close my eyes, my head is filled with images of past and future lives, the things I had and threw away. I can’t get comfortable, because every way I turn I run into dead ends.”

“At night I can hear it, quiet but unrelenting, undeniable: a whisper in my head, Slip away. When I close my eyes, my head is filled with images of past and future lives, the things I had and threw away. I can’t get comfortable, because every way I turn I run into dead ends.”

— Paula Hawkins