Quotes from Gillian Flynn

I know, I know, I'm being a girl.

I'm here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I'm panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I'm here.

you'd literally lie, cheat, and steal -hell, kill- to convince people you are a good guy

Every tragedy that happens in the world happens to my mother

Worse, I convinced myself our tragedy was entirely her making. I spent years working myself into the very thing I swore she was: a righteous ball of hate.

Children digest terror differently. The boy saw a horror, and that horror became the wicked witch of fairy tales, the cruel snow queen.

I like to think I am confident and secure and mature enough to know Nick loves me without him constantly proving it. I don't need pathetic dancing monkey scenarios to repeat to my friends, I am content with letting him be himself. I don't know why women find that so hard.

We named the bar The Bar. People will think we're ironic instead of creatively bankrupt, my sister reasoned. Yes, we thought we were being clever New Yorkers - that the name was a joke no one else would really get, like we did. Not meta-get ... But our first customer, a gray-haired woman in bifocals and a pink jogging suit, said, I like the name. Like in Breakfast at Tiffany's and Audrey Hepburn's cat was named Cat.

We were born in the '70s, back when twins were rare, a bit magical: cousins of the unicorn, siblings of the elves.

Who would I be without Amy to react to? Because she was right: As a man, I had been my most impressive when I loved her -- and I was my next best self when I hated her.

Amy made me believe I was exceptional, that I was up to her level of play. That was both our making and undoing Because I couldn't handle the demands of greatness. I began craving ease and averageness.

But I was born bent out of shape. I could picture myself coming out of the womb crooked and wrong. It never takes much for me to lose patience. The phrase fuck you may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it's near. Midtongue.

I would rather be a librarian, but I worry about the job security. Books may be temporary; dicks are forever.

I was the girl who battles oblivion and won. The chances were about 1 percent, but I did it.

You do realize, that if you actually dated her, saw her on a regular basis, lived with her, that she would find some fault with you, right? That she would find some things about you that drove her crazy. That she'd make demands of you that you wouldn't like. That she'd get angry at you?

Blame the economy, blame bad luck, blame my parents, blame your parents, blame the Internet, blame people who use the Internet.

You both find the exact same things worth remembering. You have the same rhythm. Click. You just know each other. All of a sudden you see reading in bed and waffles on Sunday and laughing at nothing & it's so far beyond fine that you know you can never go back. That fast. You think: Oh, here is the rest of my life. It's finally arrived.

My parents are worried, of course, but how can I feel sorry for them, since they made me this way and then deserted me?

Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs.

Thirteen years old, I thought to myself, but I felt a spear of admiration for the girl. When I'd been sad, I hurt myself. Amma hurt other people. When I'd wanted attention, I'd submitted myself to boys: Do what you want; just like me. Amma's sexual offerings seemed a form of aggression. Long skinny legs and slim wrists and high, babied voice, all aimed like a gun. Do what I want; I might like you.

Your health is not a debt you just cancel. The body collects, Camille.

Because isn't that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood?

Isn't a smile a girl's best weapon?

I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that, too, but I wouldn't understand why . I would site there with the tight elastic thread of the birthday hat parting the pudge of my underchin, with the grainy frosting of the cake bluing my teeth, and I would try to figure out why it was fun.