The Testaments (The Handmaid's Tale, #2)

by Margaret Atwood

Right now I still have some choice in the matter. Not whether to die, but when and how. Isn’t that freedom of a sort?

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I took the one most travelled by. It was littered with corpses, as such roads are. But as you will have noticed, my own corpse is not among them.