Famous Quotes by Paula Hawkins

Writing is a journey, and sometimes the story takes unexpected turns.

Writing is my therapy, my way of making sense of a chaotic world.

Every book I write is an act of rebellion against silence.

Let’s be honest: women are still only really valued for two things—their looks and their role as mothers.

It’s impossible to resist the kindness of strangers.

Drunk Rachel sees no consequences, she is either excessively expansive and optimistic or wrapped up in hate. She has no past, no future. She exists purely in the moment.

I realized I do tragedy better than comedy.

Some things are just meant to stay hidden. Some things are too terrible to know.

Writing is the only way I can truly be free.

The greatest gift a writer can give is to make you forget you're reading.

There are familiar faces on these trains, people I see every week, going to and fro. I recognize them and they probably recognize me. I don’t know whether they see me, though, for what I really am.

I woke feverish, panicky. Guilty. I do feel guilty. Just not guilty enough.

Words are like puzzle pieces; it's up to the reader to put them together.

My words are my canvas, and I paint with ink.

Hollowness: that I understand. I’m starting to believe that there isn’t anything you can do to fix it. That’s what I’ve taken from the therapy sessions: the holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mold yourself through the gaps.

Sometimes, I don’t want to go anywhere, I think I’ll be happy if I never have to set foot outside the house again. I don’t even miss working.

People you have a history with, they won’t let you go, and as hard as you might try, you can’t disentangle yourself, can’t set yourself free. Maybe after a while you just stop trying.

This is what marriage is—safe, warm, comfortable.

I want to be a better person, but I don’t know how.

I can’t risk looking backwards, it’s always a bad idea.

If I turned right here I’d go up past my gallery—what was my gallery, now a vacant shop window—but I don’t want to, because that still hurts a little.

I never learn. I wake with a crushing sensation of wrongness, of shame, and I know immediately that I’ve done something stupid.

I am not the girl I used to be. I am no longer desirable, I’m off-putting in some way. It’s as if people can see the damage written all over me.

“I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that”