Riley Sager

To stop was to die

You didn’t survive that night just to die like this

Never get old, Jules. It’s horrible. No one tells you that until it’s too fucking late.

Every so often, life offers you a reset button. When it does, you need to press it as hard as you can.

That’s another thing most people don’t understand—how quick others are to judge. And make assumptions. And presume your financial predicament is the result of stupidity, laziness, years of bad choices.

Life is offering me a building-size reset button.

I intend to press it as hard as I can.

Never take anything you haven’t earned, my father used to say. You always end up paying for it one way or another.

“When I wrote that book, I was so in need of fantasy that I failed to do the one thing all good writers are supposed to do—tell the truth,” Greta says. “I was a liar, and that book is my biggest lie.”

But fiction can be an escape

I’ve never thought of myself as gentle. Fragile is more like it. Prone to bruising.