Quotes from Gillian Flynn

I read all kinds of novels, as long as they're good. I get a bit piqued when people say, 'I don't really like that kind of book.' It's akin to marking yourself as proudly poorly read.

A molta gente manca questo dono, la capacità di capire quando deve levarsi dai coglioni. Alla gente piace parlare, e io non sono mai stato un gran chiacchierone. Porto avanti un monologo interiore, ma spesso le parole non arrivano alle labbra. Com'è carina lei oggi, posso pensare, ma per qualche motivo non lo dico ad alta voce. Mia madre parlava, mia sorella parla. Crescendo, mi sono abituato ad ascoltare. Dunque starmene seduto sul divano da solo, in silenzio, mi pareva un lusso.

I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way. I

A single bird flew by at eye level, then shot straight up to the treetops. A grasshopper landed suddenly on my wrist. Creepy magic.

The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities. What persona feels good, what's coveted, what's au courant? I think most people do this, they just don't admit it, or else they settle on one persona because they're too lazy or stupid to pull off a switch.

Go online and fucking figure it out for yourself because everyone's overworked and understaffed.

If she were alive, someone would need to return her. If she were dead, nature would have to give her up.

Yet most of the time that I'm awake, I want to cut. Not small words either. Equivocate. Inarticulate. Duplicitous. At my hospital back in Illinois they would not approve of this craving.

All this could have been avoided if I were less pretty.

My nose flared involuntarily and my eyes started watering. You ever been near an animal-processing plant, you know what I mean. The smell isn't like water or air; it's a solid. Like you should be able to cut a hole in the stink to get some relief. You can't.

By the time my sister finally died, I was grateful in a way. It seemed to me that she'd been expelled into this world not quite formed. She was not ready for its weight. People whispered comfort about Marian being called back to heaven, but my mother would not be distracted from her grief. To this day it remains a hobby.

Right, Annabelle," Jackie said. "I'm sure if Joya were alive today, they'd have a grand old time. At least Joya would. She'd just love to tear at Camille. Remember those long, long nails of hers? Never painted them. I always thought that was weird.

How do you know you're not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: "I like strong women." If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because "I like strong women" is code for "I hate strong women.")

Wear this, don't wear that. Do this chore now and do this chore when you get a chance and by that I mean now. And definitely, definitely, give up the things you love for me, so I will have proof that you love me best

Mama Mo does not insist. She simply makes things a reality by assuming they are such:

I don't want to panic them,' I said. 'If we don't

The nurses gave us meds to alleviate our tingling skins. And more meds to soothe our burning brains.

Estoy aquí.» No suelo sentir que lo esté; me siento como si una ráfaga cálida de viento fuese a soplar en mi dirección y a hacerme desaparecer para siempre, sin dejar siquiera un cachito de uña.

I was sometimes as guilty of playing the figure-me-out game as Amy was.

I love you forever baby, he'd said. She knew immediately then that he'd leave.

Aren't the trunks stupid?" she whispered. "He says it gives the place a little authenticity. He didn't like the renovation." So the house had been a compromise: The husband wanted vintage, Susan wanted new, so they thought this outside/inside split might settle things. But the Burkes ended up more resentful than satisfied. Millions of dollars later, and neither of them were happy. Money is wasted on the rich.

He'd have to work to make me comfortable here, and he doesn't want to do that. He wants to enjoy himself.

Three girls until, at last, their baby boy. As I sipped my bourbon and cracked peanuts, I pondered the growing desperation the Nashes must have felt each time a child popped out without a penis.

so I turned on the radio and of course it was a Tom Petty song—is there ever a time you turn on the radio and don't hear a Tom Petty song?—so