Quotes from Gillian Flynn

I often don't say things out loud, even when I should.

No parents should see their child die, that such an event is like nature spun backward.

I don't get why I need to prove my love to you by remembering the exact same things you do, the exact same way you do. It doesn't mean I don't love our life together.

All the tut-tutters out there will say: She should have just left, bundled up what remained of her dignity. Take the high road! Two wrongs don't make a right! All those things that spineless women say, confusing their weakness with morality.

I drank the rest of the sours and had dark sticky dreams. My mother had cut me open and was unpacking my organs, stacking them in a row on my bed as my flesh flapped to either side. She was sewing her initials into each of them, then tossing them back into me, along with a passel of forgotten objects:

At some point, Len was going to make a real pass at her, forcing her to make a real decision, and the game was so pathetic it made her want to weep. The hunter and the hunted, but it was like a bad nature show: He was a three-legged, runt coyote and she was a tired, limping bunny. It was not magnificent.

You're a man who cheats on his wife, you can't ever undo that.

Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you?

in these shitty plastic days ...

People whispered comfort about Marian being called back to heaven, but my mother would not be distracted from her grief. To this day it remains a hobby.

What can I say about a man who knows how I think and still sleeps next to me with the lights off?

He needed no foreplay for the interview, and I was grateful. It's like sweet-talking your date when you both know you're about to get laid.

A town so small, you tripped over people you hated every day.

She said in the way you might wish someone good luck on the lottery.

Ever been in a spelling bee as a kid? That snowy second after the announcement of the word as you sift your brain to see if you can spell it? It was like that, the blank panic.

I suppose it's not a compromise if only one of you considers it such, but that was what our compromises tended to look like. One of us was always angry.

It infects you. It ruined me.

They were women not strong enough or smart enough to leave. Women without imagination. So they stayed in Wind Gap and played their teenage lives on an endless loop.

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. I don't usually feel that I am.

It's so strange to think: A year ago today, I was undoing my husband. Now I am almost done reassembling him.

Birini gerçekten sevmekle onu sevme fikrini sevmek aras?nda çok büyük fark vard?r.

This morning he was stroking my hair and asking what else he could do for me, and I said: My gosh, Nick, why are you so wonderful to me? He was supposed to say: YOU DESERVE IT. I LOVE YOU. But he said, Because I feel sorry for you. Why? Because every morning you have to wake up and be you. I really, truly wish he hadn't said that. I keep thinking about it. I can't stop.

My brain is so busy with Nick thoughts, it's a swarm inside my head: Nicknicknicknicknick! And when I picture his mind, I hear my name as a shy crystal ping that occurs once, maybe twice, a day and quickly subsides. I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him. Is that wrong? I don't even know anymore.

But I know I'll never sleep again. I can't close my eyes when I'm next to her. It's like sleeping with a spider.