Xndr Ddr

“The memory doesn’t fit with the reality, because I don’t remember anger, raging fury. I remember fear.”
― Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train

“The maid found a handkerchief of hers, under the bed in which she had died. A ring that had been missing turned up in his own writing desk. A tradesman arrived with fabric she had ordered three weeks ago. Each day, some further evidence of a task half finished, a scheme incomplete. He found a novel, with her place marked.

And this is it.”
― Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety

“Saint-Just read for the next two hours his report on the plots of the Dantonist faction. He had imagined, when he wrote it, that he had the accused man before him; he had not amended it. If Danton were really before him, this reading would be punctuated by the roars of his supporters from the galleries, by his own self-justificatory roaring; but Saint-Just addressed the air, and there was a silence, which deepened and fed on itself. He read without passion, almost without inflection, his eyes on the papers that he held in his left hand. Occasionally he would raise his right arm, then let it fall limply by his side: this was his only gesture, a staid, mechanical one. Once, towards the end, he raised his young face to his audience and spoke directly to them: “After this,” he promised, “there will be only patriots left.”
― Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety

“I am interested, for the first time in ages, in something other than my own misery. I have purpose. Or at least, I have a distraction.”
― Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train