Quotes from Gillian Flynn

Mom. Stepdad." A half sister born when I was in college, her existence so unreal to me I often forgot her name. Amma. And then Marian, always long-gone Marian.

My husband is the most loyal man on this planet until he's not.

We're all bitches in the end, aren't we...

That's how I felt about this miserable quest: every person I talked to would let me down until I found the one person who could help me figure out that night.

When do you turn sixteen again?" "July thirteenth

It's not stand by your man anymore, it's divorce the fucker.

she day-dreamed about dying.

De modo que puede que haya perdido la cabeza.

Susan Burke was silent for a few beats. Then: "My life is falling apart," she murmured. She was extremely pretty but so wary and nervous you didn't realize she was pretty until you looked hard at her.

People want passion. People want a sense of purpose.

Although Vivrca isn't her bona fide name, her bona fide name is Jennifer, but people don't believe Jennifers can tell the future; Jennifers can tell you which cute shoes to buy or what farmer's market to visit, but they should keep their hands off other people's futures.)

Strangling is the very definition of dominance. Slow-motion murder.

No estás saliendo con una mujer, estás saliendo con una mujer que ha visto demasiadas películas escritas por hombres socialmente inadaptados a los que les gustaría creer que este tipo de mujer existe y podría besarles.

I'll take those for my room, Momma. They look fine to me." "They're not." "I don't mind." "Camille, I was just looking at them, and they're not good blooms." She dropped the pliers to the ground, began tugging at a stem. "But they're fine for me. For my room." "Oh, now look what you've done. I'm bleeding.

Don't screw up, you are Amazing Amy. Our only one. There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child—you grow up knowing you aren't allowed to disappoint, you're not even allowed to die. There isn't a replacement toddling around; you're it. It makes you desperate to be flawless, and it also makes you drunk with the power. In such ways are despots made.

streaking out

Because isn't that the point of every relationship: to be know by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn't that the simple magic phrase?

Don't fret, we'll sort this out: the true and the not true and the might as well be true.

When I was a kid, I lived with Runner's second cousin in Holcomb, Kansas, for about five months

Me desperté en el sofá de mi hermana con una resaca terrible y el deseo de asesinar a mi esposa.

I remember watching a very sensible love expert on TV once. The advice: "Don't be discouraged—every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one." That's how I felt about this miserable quest: every person I talked to would let me down until I found the one person who could help me figure out that night. Lyle

wall, hanging by the cords, when my phone finally rang. A bitchy voice on the other end demanded Amy's first pet's name. Woooonk-woooonk-woooonk!

Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they're fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl.

Unremarkable, but with a brainy arrogance wafting from them.