Quotes from Gillian Flynn

I am penniless and on the run. How fucking noir.

You're so pathetic. 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.

Time to drop the illusion.

I remained mostly silent. I was thinking my own questions, the same questions I'd thought for years, the ominous refrain of our marriage: What are you thinking, Amy? How are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

This is unacceptable Ã¢â'¬Â¦ no more coffee, thanks

All those things spineless women say, confusing their weakness with morality. I wont divorce him because that's exactly what he'd like. And I won't forgive him because that's I don't feel like turning the other cheek. Can I make it many more clear? I won't find that a satisfactory ending. The bad guy wins? Fuck him.

You were the best man you've ever been with me. And you know it. The only time in your life you've ever liked yourself was pretending to be someone I might like. Without me? You're just your dad.

Así que puede amarme sinceramente y por libre elección, tal como lo hizo en otro tiempo, o le pondré el yugo y le obligaré a ser el hombre con el que me casé. Estoy harta de tener que aguantar sus gilipolleces.

With the Internet, Facebook, YouTube, there's no such thing as an unbiased jury anymore. No clean slate.

Amy was not happy. For whatever reason. I'm not even going to ask. I can guess, but I'm not going to ask. But I know you must know this: Amy likes to play God when she's not happy. Old Testament God." "Meaning?" "She doles out punishment

I know I'm a hateful creature.

Yo haría todo el trabajo para convertirlos en buenas personas y luego tú lo desharías, y encima ellos te querrían y a mí me odiarían.

As a man, I had been my most impressive when I loved her – and I was my next best self when I hated her.

don't tell mama...

I've suffered betrayal with all five senses.

Pero quiero que sepa una cosa: a Amy le gusta jugar a Dios cuando no está satisfecha. Al Dios del Viejo Testamento.

In the middle of the night, I'll turn to face him and press myself against him. I'll hold myself to him like a climbing, coiling vine until I have invaded every part of him and made him mine.

Había sido un comentario grosero y de mal gusto. Mi cerebro eructaba pensamientos inapropiados en los momentos más inoportunos. Gases mentales que no conseguía controlar.

He doesn't get to win.

Flotaré un rato, unas minivacaciones alejada de mi cerebro de arpía.

We complete each other in the nastiest, ugliest possible way.

The fact is, my wife is a murderess who is sometimes really fun.

The advice: "Don't be discouraged—every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.

I'm not just pretty anymore, I am pretty for my age. It is the truth: My value has decreased.