It is morning, and time to get up; and today I must go on with the story. Or the story must go on with me, carrying me inside it, along the track it must travel, straight to the end, weeping like a train, and deaf and single-eyed and locked tight shut; although I hurl myself against the walls of it and scream and cry, and beg God himself to let me out.
Alias Grace by
Margaret Atwood, page 358-359 of the
movie-tie-in editionpage 358-359 of
autograph editionpage 358-359 of
2010 edition