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 … - Margaret Atwood

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

It was like being in an elevator cut loose at the top. Falling, falling, and not knowing when you will hit.

The policemen's faces glisten too, they're holding themselves back, they love this, it's a ceremony, they're implementing a policy.

What a moron I was to think you were sweet and innocent, when it turns out you were actually college-educated the whole time!

Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.