Quotes from Gillian Flynn

Não me sinto uma pessoa: sou algo a ser carregado e descarregado, como um sofá ou um cuco.

Nonono, Nick,' Gilpin interrupted. He pulled a chair up to the table and sat on it backward. I wondered if cops actually did that. Or did some clever actor do that, and then cops began doing it because they'd seen the actors playing cops do that and it looked cool?

She's a good girl (for a cunt).

I love that I am a woman with booby traps.

They'd learn from Mom to be particularly cruel to the ugly girls, the poor girls, girls who just wanted to be left alone. Too much to ask.

A veces me pregunto si esa es la raíz de su desprecio por mí: permite que vea sus defectos y me odia por conocerlos.

That easy, huh?" "You just have to decide to do it and then do it," she said. "Discipline. Follow through. Like anything.

It's the rule of all potentially prickly interviews: Don't go on the offense until you have to, first see if they'll hang themselves all on their own.

I think if you had a dick, all sorts of bad things would happen.

I don't have anything else to add. I just wanted to make sure I had the last word. I think I've earned that.

La mesquinerie qui m'habite est aussi réelle qu'un organe. Si on me fendait le ventre, elle pourrait fort bien se glisser dehors, charnue et sombre, tomber par terre, et on pourrait sauter dessus à pieds joints.

And missouri has the death penalty,' I said. 'Fun Game.

It's every asshole's mantra: I married a psycho bitch. But I got a small, nasty bite of gratification: I really did marry a genuine, bona fide psycho bitch. Nick, meet your wife: the world's foremost mindfucker.

Amy was absolutely beautiful. I hated her. I was afraid of her.

She was one of the original dot-com phenoms—made crazy money for two years, then took the Internet bubble bath in 2000.

All the stuff I don't like about myself has been pushed to the back of my brain

This is the unforgiving light of morning,' I whispered back. 'Time to drop the illusion.

Yes, you need your evidence. I hope I have enough poison left in me.

The Day women were the definition of mob mentality. And here they were on a farm with plenty of pitchforks.

Todo el mundo tiene su propia versión de un recuerdo

What should I do?" Patty put her head between her knees. She felt laughter in her stomach, it was all so ludicrous. I wonder if I'm having a breakdown, she thought. Maybe I could have a breakdown and then I won't have to talk to anyone. A safe white room, and Patty being ushered like a child from breakfast to lunch to dinner, maneuvered by people with gentle whispers, Patty shuffling like someone who's dying.

We just want you to be happy...but they never explained how...I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that too, but I wouldn't understand why.

Oops, we didn't fire nearly enough people

It wasn't that I truly felt bad that I'd upset my mother—it was more that I hated any debits in her column.