Quotes from Gillian Flynn

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

Una nunca debería casarse con un hombre que no posea unas tijeras decentes. Ese sería mi consejo. Conduce a cosas malas.

His name is Nick. I love it. It makes him seem nice, and regular, which he is. When he tells me his name, I say, "Now, that's a real name." He brightens and reels off some line: "Nick's the kind of guy you can drink a beer with, the kind of guy who doesn't mind if you puke in his car. Nick!" He

I am a little too much, and he is a little too little. I am a thornbush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab wounds, and my thorns fit perfectly into them.

Whenever I hear that phrase

His nametag said Jose. I tried to see if he was missing any fingers. Mexicans don't get cushy box jobs unless they're owed. That's the way plants down here work: The Mexicans get the shittiest, most dangerous jobs, and the whites still complain.

The whole book made me want to punch Amy right in her stupid, spotless vagina

A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.

I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that too, but I wouldn't understand why.

and we all eat small plates of food bites that are as decorative and unsubstantial as we are.

of me, and yet I feel afraid. I feel like something is going wrong

Something bad was going to happen.

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.

No relationship is perfect, they say—they, who make do with dutiful sex and gassy bedtime rituals, who settle for TV as conversation, who believe that husbandly capitulation—yes, honey, okay, honey—is the same as concord.

You should have been nicer to her, Nick. You should have eaten the fucking pie.

If you're always early, you're never late.

She swayed slightly as I came through the door, like a ghost debating whether to vanish. She stayed.

She was a worst-case scenarist on a grand scale.

Sheesh," thought Amy, "my dear fiancé sure is a grouch-monster when he doesn't get his way Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â That is an actual quote. The whole book made me want to punch Amy right in her stupid, spotless vagina.)

The day of Amma's arrest, the day it finally, completely unraveled, Curry and Eileen parked themselves on my couch, like concerned salt and pepper shakers.

I stay home on Friday night with a bottle of wine and make myself an extravagant meal and tell myself, This is perfect, as if I'm the one dating me.

Mom, Dad, Baby, they were three advanced people with three advanced degrees in psychology—they thought more before nine A.M. than most people thought all month.

I really believe Nick will come after me. I turn toward the house and see only a closed door.

the far side of the room, the anagram