Quotes from Gillian Flynn

It seemed to me that there was nothing new to be discovered ever again.

Instead, she'd let it get even more overgrown and cobwebbed. We'd always joked that it would be a good place to bury a body. It couldn't be.

Flash of Marian, now bones in a coffin, a white satin ribbon wrapped around dried blonde curls, like some bouquet gone stale.

January was the season for house robberies and violence. Christmas was over, and the new year just reminded you of how little your life had changed, and man, people got angry in January. So

el amor era como las drogas o el alcohol o el porno: no había techo. Cada dosis debía ser más intensa que la anterior para obtener el mismo resultado.

Ça a toujours été le cas. Les gens voulaient toujours savoir : quel genre de femme se fait assassiner par son propre fils ?

I have a face you want to punch:

There are few phrases that annoy me more than I won't bite. The only line that pisses me off faster is when some drunk, ham-faced dude in a bar sees me trying to get past him and barks: Smile, it can't be that bad! Yeah, actually, it can, jackwad. I

stretched our legs, shook ourselves awake. The night

He thought I'd be his best reporter, said I had a surprising mind. In my two years on the job I'd consistently fallen short of expectations.

Wear this, don't wear that. Do this chore now and do this chore when you get the 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.

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 play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, 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.

Go didn't like grilled cheese; she was scooping peanut butter out of the jar onto saltines. When a commercial break came on, she paused and said, 'If I had a dick, I would fuck this peanut butter.' deliberately spraying cracker bits toward me. 'I think if you had a dick, all sorts of bad things would happen.

I have a dash of ADD, and I've always found my wife a bit dazzling, in the purest sense of the word: to lose clear vision, especially from looking at bright light. It was enough to be near her and hear her talk, it didn't always matter what she was saying. It should have, but it didn't.

The bad guy wins? Fuck him.

I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

No one ever forgives me for anything," she whimpered, her chin shaking. I wanted to tell her I did, but I didn't. Instead I poured her another drink.

The kind of house that is immediately familiar: a generically grand, unchallenging, new, new, new house that my wife would—and did—detest.

A veces creo que la enfermedad yace agazapada en el interior de todas las mujeres, esperando el momento oportuno para aflorar... He conocido a tantísimas mujeres «enfermas» en mi vida... Enfermas, más enfermas y las más enfermas. ¿Qué era real y qué era falso?

because my wife wanted to see the mall where I spent so much of my childhood. Wanted to hear my stories. It wasn't all bad with us.The barrier gate to the Mervyns had been busted through, so the store was open as wide and welcoming as the morning of a Presidents' Day sale.

My father had infused my childhood with unspoken blame. He was the kind of man who scoped around looking for things to be angry at. It had turned me into a knee-jerk suck-up to authority—Mom, Dad, teachers. 'Whatever makes your job easier, sir or madam.' I craved a constant stream of approval.

It is from Costco. I have learned about bulk shopping in my four weeks as a Mississippi River resident. Republicans go to Sam's Club, Democrats go to Costco. But everyone buys bulk

Las palabras permanecían en silencio.

How odd, that I ruined my marriage over that little girl with whom I had nothing in common except that we both liked a good laugh and a cold beer after sex.