“For months after my assault, I had to stop myself before saying (what seemed accurate at the time), ‘I was murdered in France last summer’” 

—-Susan J. Brison, Aftermath: Violence and the Remaking of a Self, xii

“I am not the same person who set off, singing, on that sunny Fourth of July in the French countryside. I left her in a rocky creek bed at the bottom of a ravine. I had to in order to survive.” 

—ibid, 21