Quotes from Gillian Flynn

These are not people who want to slum it. These are people whose primary purpose is to live in the city but feel like they're in the suburbs.

Save Gas, Fart in a Jar.

I worry I am coming perilously close to violating both of those promises. But still. It is our third wedding anniversary and I am alone in our apartment, my face all mask-tight from tears because, well, because: Just this afternoon, I get a voice mail from Nick, and I already know it's going to be bad, I know

His life was a long line of denials, just waiting for him.

The ones who are not soul-mated—the ones who have settled—are even more dismissive of my singleness: It's not that hard to find someone to marry, they say. 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.

He killed my soul, which should be a crime.

I did feel sad, but articulating it felt cheap to me.

Stunned children stood in the middle of grubby yards.

It costs a lot to live.

Un oraÅŸ atât de sufocant ÅŸi de mic, încât zilnic te împiedicai de oameni pe care îi urai.

I know, I know, I know that losing a job is incredibly stressful, and particularly for a man, they say it can be like a death in the family...

Y en aquel momento quise besarla, tal como la había besado la primera vez: entrechocando los dientes, su cara ladeada frente a la mía, haciéndome cosquillas en los brazos con el pelo, un beso húmedo y con lengua mientras yo no pensaba en nada más que en el beso, porque habría sido peligroso pensar en cualquier cosa al margen de lo agradable que resultaba.

I thought being home might do you hood, but… I forget sometimes parents aren't always good for their kids.

I am stuck here on earth, and every day is a chance to be less than perfect.

That's what I did, though—I had angry, defensive conversations in my head, got mad at things that hadn't even happened yet. Yet. I

Either way felt weird. Either way would lead to jokes. Trey was the kind of guy that would look for something just slightly but truly wrong about you that you didn't even notice and point it out to the whole room.

The bartender was another old, gray-haired fat guy. It seemed like a joke, how much all these dudes looked alike, like living was so hard it just erased your features, rubbed out anything distinctive.

El amor hace que quieras ser un hombre mejor, vale, de acuerdo. Peor a lo mejor el amor, el verdadero amor, también te autoriza para ser simplemente el hombre que eres.

It's a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless automat of characters. And if all of us are playing-acting there can be no such thing as a soulmate, because we don't have genuine souls. It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because i'm not a real person and neither is anyone else. I would have done anything to feel real again

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It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I'm not a real person and neither is anyone else. I would have done anything to feel real again.

A supermarket deli tray full of hoary carrots and gnarled celery and a semeny dip sits untouched on a coffee table, cigarettes littered throughout like bonus vegetable sticks.

You're still desperate to have everyone think you're perfect. You never want to be the bad guy.