Quotes from Gillian Flynn

Given my druthers now, I'd prefer a snapshot of Warren Harding's wife, "the Duchess," who recorded the smallest offenses in a little red notebook and avenged herself accordingly. Today I like my first ladies with a little bite. I

Sometimes I feel like Nick has decided on a version of me that doesn't exist.

I rent a small brick bungalow within a loop of other small brick bungalows, all of which squat on a massive bluff overlooking the former stockyards of Kansas City. Kansas City, Missouri, not Kansas City, Kansas. There's a difference.

Well, rich people need stuff to buy, and socks are probably as good as anything.

I just figured you'd be too proud. Self-conscious and proud." I was a rather nasty cocktail of both those traits

Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness, it's their kryptonite. Dorothy

I'll hold myself to him like a climbing, coiling vine until I have invaded every part of him and made him mine.

But truly, it was a practical decision, a smart business move.

Something bad was going to happen. My wife was being clever again

I don't mind, I'm the Cool Girl. Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they're fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl.

I could build my days around charity committees and home decoration and gardening and volunteering, and I don't think there's anything wrong with building a life around those things. Most beautiful, good things are done by women people scorn.

We pretend to be in love, and we do the things we like to do when we're in love, and it feels almost like love sometimes, because we are so perfectly putting ourselves through the paces. Reviving the muscle memory of early romance.

So how likely is it I'll meet someone I love, much less someone I love enough to marry? I'm tired of not knowing who I'll be with, or if I'll be with anyone.

I hate people who start conversations with facts—what are you supposed to do with that? Sure is hot today. Yes, it is.

on the way to the beauty parlor.

I like the name. Like in Breakfast at Tiffany's and Audrey Hepburn's cat was named Cat.

I wanted her to read my mind so I didn't have to stoop to the womanly art of articulation.

occurred! Amy was shot! But then I realized

The old people sit, gray and pudding-like

Me gustan las reglas que tienen sentido, no las reglas sin lógica

Nothing to worry about at all.

And then I knew I didn't love Amy anymore

too serious, Amy, you're too uptight, Amy, you overthink things, you analyze too much, you're no fun anymore, you make me feel useless, Amy, you make me feel bad, Amy. He took away chunks of me with blasé swipes: my independence, my pride, my esteem. I gave, and he took and took. He Giving Treed me out of existence. That whore, he picked that little whore over me. He killed my soul, which should be a crime. Actually, it is a crime.

I don't know if anything can be any good anywhere, so it's hard to gauge if this is better or worse.