Quotes from Gillian Flynn

To show don't tell and all that other writery crap. (Adopted-orphan smile, I mean, that's not bad, come on.)

Little Libby Day just discovered her angle. Call it survival instinct, or call it what it was: greed.

and someone was talking. I wanted to stop thinking

I'm just tired of people judging me because I fit into a certain mold.

Like the McMansion I rented, the bar featured symbolically in my childhood memories – a place where only grown-ups go, and do whatever grown-ups do. Maybe that's why I was so insistent on buying it after being stripped of my livelihood. It's a reminder that I am, after all, an adult, a grown man, a useful human being, even though I lost the career that made me all these things.

That's always been part of my goal — to show the dark side of women. Men write about bad men all the time, and they're called antiheroes. … What I read and what I go to the movies for is not to find a best friend, not to find inspirations, not necessarily for a hero's journey. It's to be involved with characters that are maybe incredibly different from me, that may be incredibly bad but that feel authentic.

Evlilik fedakarl?k ve çaba gerektirir, sonras?nda daha çok çaba ve fedakarl?k gerektirir. Sonra daha çok çaba. Buyurun, buyurun yaln?z içeri girerken bütün umutlar?n?z? kap?da b?rak?n.

The Muehlers were good people with no imagination, with personalities so tied to the land, even their skin seemed to take on the ridges and furrows of Kansas.

There are few phrases that annoy me more than 'I won't bite'. The only line that pisses me off faster is when some drunk, ham-faced dude in a bar sees me trying to get past him and barks: 'Smile, it can't be that bad!' Yeah, actually, it can, jackwad.

I need to be ambushed, caught unawares, like some sort of feral love-jackal.

I made a mental note to take a smiling, pretty photo of myself in case I ever disappeared.

He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days, weeks, at a time, making the air humid, hard to breathe, my father stalking around with his lower jaw jutting out, giving him the look of a wounded, vengeful boxer, grinding his teeth so loud you could hear it across the room.

can say that?" I do want to start over with the right man, the New Nick. Things are looking bad for him, dire. Only I can save Nick from me. But I am trapped. "If you ever left here and I didn't

You two worshipful, adoring assholes created that thing down the hall and set her loose on the world.

She leaned forward on the table and said, "I know we are having a tough time. I still love you so much, Nick, and I know I have a lot of things to work on. I want to be a good wife to you, and I want you to be my husband and be happy. But you need to decide what you want.

She) could not only keep quiet, she could infuse the room with a mood of her choosing, like an octopus and its ink.

Cómo te mantienes a salvo cuando tu día entero es tan inmenso y vacío como el cielo?

Three morbidly obese hill people on motorized scooters are between me and my morning coffee.

Sixty seconds is a long time to know you are dying.

The Days never won anything. They always said that, marveling, whenever they had a tiny piece of good luck: We never win anything! It was the family motto.

What possessed you to do such a thing?' which was prim for Diane, but filled with more hurt than three dozen fuck yous.

Los problemas siempre empiezan mucho antes de que llegues a verlos realmente.

You'd be my pariah, and I'd love you no matter what, and I'd shield you from everything," Desi said.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to being a shallow person.