Quotes from Gillian Flynn

Every tragedy that happens in the world happens to my mother, and this more than anything about her turns my stomach. She worries over people she's never met who have a spell of bad chance. She cries over news from across the globe. It's all too much for her, the cruelty of human beings

Dac? vrei s? faci ceva È™i vrei s? È™tii dac?-i o idee proast?, imagineaz?-È›i c? o vezi tip?rit? în ziar, ca s? afle toat? lumea.

I worry for a second that she wants to set us up: I am not interested in being set up. I need to be ambushed, caught unawares, like some sort of feral love-jackal. I'm too self-conscious otherwise. I feel myself trying to be charming, and then I realize I'm obviously trying to be charming, and then I try to be even more charming to make u for the fake charm, and then I've basically turned into Liza Minelli: I'm dancing in tights and sequins, begging you to love me.

Women without imagination. So they stayed in Wind Gap and played their teenage lives on an endless loop.

I realized I'd be stuck doing all the hard stuff," she reasoned. "All the diapers and doctors' appointments and discipline, and you'd just breeze in and be Fun Daddy. I'd do all the work to make them good people, and you'd undo it anyway, and they'd love you and hate me.

Fake it, until you make it ..

Because you can't be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow.

Muy propio de Nick», y lo que quiera que fuese a continuación, lo que quiera que fuese «muy propio de mí», siempre era negativo.)

So I killed a hobo today, honey . . . hahahaha! Ah, we have fun! Nick

I have many friends who are married—not many who are happily married, but many married friends.

O sono é como um gato: ele só vem quando você o ignora.

He looks like the rich-boy villain in an '80s teen movie - the one who bullies the sensitive misfit, the one who will end up with a pie in the puss, the whipped cream wilting his upturned collar as everyone in the cafeteria cheers.

You think you can ever be a normal man again? You'll find a nice girl, and you'll still think of me, and you'll be so completely dissatisfied, trapped in your boring, normal life with your regular wife and your two average kids. You'll think of me and then you'll look at your wife, and you'll think: Dumb bitch.

Das Gesicht, das du der Welt zeigst, zeigt anderen, wie du behandelt werden möchtest.

Do not antagonize the cops, I told myself. Repeat if necessary: Do not antagonize the cops.

IT WAS MISERABLE, wet-bone March and I was lying in bed thinking about killing myself, a hobby of mine.

For both the capital-P public and the capital-C wife.

He was one of those guys who'd pronounce I'm a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.

Whenever I'm here,  I stopped, tried to pull it together. I just always feel like I'm a bad person when I'm here.

I'd come to find the morning depressing, to know it would come again and again.

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them," Amma said, pulling another Blow Pop from her pocket.

My parents' cherished heirloom looks ridiculous in the new house. But then all our New York stuff does. Our dignified elephant of a chesterfield with its matching baby ottoman sits in the living room looking stunned, as if it got sleep-darted in its natural environment and woke up in this strange new captivity, surrounded by faux-posh carpet and synthetic wood and unveined walls. I do miss our old place –

And she'd feel sorry for the kids, but not in a way that made her want to help, just in a way that made her not want to look at them anymore.

She chirps the last bit as if that were all to say about a book: It's good or it's bad. I liked it or I didn't. No discussions of the writing, the themes, the nuances, the structure. Just good or bad.