I don't know how people live when they know exactly what's going to happen to them each day. (Part One, 7th section) - Wide Sargasso Sea

Very few people change after well say seven or seventeen. Not really. They get more this or more that and of course look a bit different. But inside they are the same. (1955)

One of those cold, heavy days in spring - a hard sky with a glare behind the cloud, all the new green of the trees hanging still and sullen. (beginning of "The Grey Day")

I've noticed that. They believe the lies far more than they believe the truth.