The Girl on the Train

by Paula Hawkins

the sense of shame I feel about an incident is proportionate not just to the gravity of the situation, but also to the number of people who witnessed it.

I don’t know. I don’t know where that strength went, I don’t remember losing it. I think that over time it got chipped away, bit by bit, by life, by the living of it.

feel as though we’re having a fight already, even though the fight’s only in my imagination.