Quotes from Gillian Flynn

When I was fourteen, I thought a lot about killing myself--it's a hobby today, but at age fourteen it was a vocation.

I stopped loving you." "Why?" "You stopped loving me. We're a sick, fucking toxic Möbius strip, Amy. We weren't ourselves when we fell in love, and when we became ourselves—surprise!—we were poison.

I waited patiently— years —for the pendulum to swing the other way... Yeah, he's a Cool Guy . But it never happened. Instead, women across the nation colluded in our degradation! Pretty soon Cool Girl became the standard girl. Men believed she existed—she wasn't just a dreamgirl one in a million. Every girl was supposed to be this girl, and if you weren't, then there was something wrong with you .

To show don't tell and all that other writery crap. (Adopted-orphan

Oh, that sounds like too

You're a beautiful woman, and it's difficult for beautiful women to disappear.

Her lips were plum as labias.

So it had to stop. Committing to Nick, feeling safe with Nick, being happy with Nick, made me realize that there was a Real Amy in there, and she was so much better, more interesting and complicated and challenging, than Cool Amy. Nick wanted Cool Amy anyway. Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you? So that's how the hating first began. I've thought about this a lot, and that's where it started, I think.

Was I good at caring for Amma because of kindness? Or did I like caring for Amma because I have Adora's sickness?

He was a good man," she said, dullness with an obligatory injection of empathy. "No, he wasn't," I said, and she laughed like she clearly hadn't in a month.

noblesse oblige

When I think of my wife, I always think of the back of her head. I picture cracking her lovely skull, unspooling her brain, trying to get answers. The primal questions of a marriage: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else. I would have done anything to feel real again.

I walk a loop around the neighborhood, waiting for Nick to appear, to guide me back to our house. The rain spackles me gently, dampening me. I really believe Nick will come after me. I turn toward the house and see only a closed door.

No consigo recordar ni una sola cosa asombrosa que haya visto en persona que no me recordase de inmediato a una película o a un programa de televisión

I'd wanted to die for years, but not lately and definitely not by those bitches.

Love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world's sweetest cancer.

I've actually felt sad for myself, picturing my slim, naked, pale body, floating just beneath the current, a colony of snails attached to one bare leg, my hair trailing like seaweed until I reach the ocean and drift down down down to the bottom, my waterlogged flesh peeling off in soft streaks, me slowly disappearing into the current like a watercolor until just the bones are left.

Millions of dollars later, and neither of them were happy. Money is wasted on the rich. We

No estoy seguro de que, llegados a este punto, sigamos siendo realmente humanos, al menos aquellos de nosotros que somos como la mayoría de nosotros: los que crecimos con la televisión y el cine y ahora internet. Si alguien nos traiciona, sabemos qué palabras decir; cuando muere un ser amado, sabemos qué palabras decir; si queremos hacernos el machote o el listillo o el loco, sabemos qué palabras decir. Todos seguimos el mismo guión manoseado.

One should never marry a man who doesn't own a decent set of scissors. That would be my advice. It leads to bad things. I

The casino seemed like a good idea at first—right off the highway, filled with drunks and elderly, neither of whom are known for eyesight. But I am feeling crowded and fidgety, aware of the cameras in every corner, the doors that could snap shut.

Moje podziÄ™kowania zawsze sÄ… do?? wymuszone. CzÄ™sto wcale nie dziÄ™kujÄ™. Ludzie robiÄ…, co do nich nale?y, a potem oczekujÄ… nie wiadomo jakiej wdziÄ™cznoÅ›ci - jak sprzedawcy mro?onego jogurtu, którzy stawiajÄ… kubki na napiwki.

glum. It meant having the blues in a way that annoyed other people. Having the blues aggressively. "Well, why don't you take a week and do some thinking on it?