Quotes from Gillian Flynn

I realized what a decadence it was, to refuse to answer a question. No thanks, don't want to talk about that and the worst you get is someone thinks you're rude.

Sinto como se uma rajada de vento quente pudesse soprar em minha direção e me fazer desaparecer para sempre, nenhuma ponta de unha deixada para trás. Alguns dias acho essa ideia reconfortante; em outros, ela me dá arrepios.

She was the kind of person who'd read street signs aloud rather than suffer silence.

you always do the little fib if you think it will avoid a real argument. You've always gone the easy way. Tell Mom you went to baseball practice when you really quit the team; tell Mom you went to church when you were at a movie. It's some weird compulsion.

But I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

What do I say to a man who knows how I think and still sleeps next to me with the lights off?

Uma criança criada com veneno considera dor um consolo.

Insomniacs are exquisitely grateful for people to recognize their weariness.

I guess I've been depressed for about twenty-four years.

If you own a bar on your own, you're a player; if you own it with your beloved twin sister, you're—" "Irish." "Go on.

She's easy to like. I've never understood why that's considered a compliment – that just anyone could like you.

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

When I'd wanted attention, I'd submitted myself to boys: Do what you want; just like me. Amma's sexual offerings seemed a form of aggression. Long skinny legs and slim wrists and high, babied voice, all aimed like a gun. Do what I want; I might like you.

My feelings for her were veering too quickly from bitter to sweet.

midwesterners love two liters of soda, always two liters, and you pour them into big red plastic Solo cups, always).

A red-faced, hysterical woman is very easy to disregard, and I'm always looking for a reason to disregard.

Republicans go to Sam's Club, Democrats go to Costco. But everyone buys bulk because—unlike Manhattanites—they all have space to store twenty-four jars of sweet pickles.

who spends so much time worrying about

Look how your own dad treated you. Like a limp dick. But you get what you deserve, you know? I think you know that.

they ride through life like conjoined jellyfish – expanding and contracting instinctively, filling each other's spaces liquidly.

Maureen managed to say: It's not easy, pairing yourself off with someone forever. It's an admirable thing, and I'm glad you're both doing it, but, boy-oh-girl-oh, there will be days you wish you'd never done it. And those will be the good times, when it's only days of regret and not months.

Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it

It is one of those big-smelling days, when people bring the outdoors in with them, the scent of rain on their sleeves, in their hair.

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. According to me, at least.