I think of all the things that have been written about me: that I am an inhuman female demon; that I am an innocent victim of a blackguard, forced against my will and in danger of my own life; that I was too ignorant to know how to act and that to hang me would be judicial murder; that I am well and decently dressed, but I robbed a dead woman to appear so; that I am of a sullen disposition with a quarrelsome temper; that I have the appearance of a person rather above my humble station; that I am a good girl with a pliable nature, and no harm is told of me; that I am cunning and devious; that I am soft in the head, and little better than an idiot. And I wonder: how can I be all these different things at once?
-Alias Grace












