There is never only one, of anyone

Now that I am dead, I know everything.

The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you've been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil

Why is it he feels some line has been crossed, some boundary transgressed? How much is too much, how far is too far?

There may not be one Truth - there may be several truths - but saying that is not to say that reality doesn't exist.

She knows herself to be at the mercy of events, and she knows by now that events have no mercy.

Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.