Quotes from Gillian Flynn

I needed it finished. I needed to know. Me, me. I was still predictably selfish.

The Victorians, especially southern Victorians, needed a lot of room to stray away from each other, to duck tuberculosis and flu, to avoid rapacious lust, to wall themselves away from sticky emotions. Extra space is always good.

Kissi frowned ar him, then looked at me for explanation. I widened my eyes, grimaced: the look women give each other when they're embarrassed of the men they're with.

I often don't say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me.

The nurses gave us meds to alleviate our tingling skins. And more meds to soothe our burning brains. We were body searched twice weekly for any sharp objects, and sat in groups together purging ourselves, theoretically, of anger and self-hatred. We learned not to turn on ourselves. We learned to blame. After a month of good behaviour, we earned silky baths and massages. We were taught the goodness of touch.

Es la hora de romper la ilusión.

It took this awful situation for us to realize it. Nick and I fit together. I am a little too much, and he is a little too little. I am a thorn bush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab wounds, and my thorns fit perfectly into them.

I had that overwhelming feeling I get when I'm about to give up on a plan, that big rush of air when I realize that my stroke of genius has flaws, and I don't have the brains or energy to fix them. It

De la misma manera que algunas mujeres cambian de aspecto regularmente, yo cambio de personalidad. ¿Qué personaje me sienta bien, cuál es el más deseado, cuál se pone de moda? Creo que la mayor parte de las personas hace lo mismo, simplemente no lo reconocen o en su defecto se afianzan en un solo personaje porque son demasiado perezosas o estúpidas para hacer el cambio.

She needed the good mood, the way you need sleep after an all-nighter, the way you daydream of throwing yourself into bed.

It never takes much for me to lose patience. The phrase fuck you may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it's near. Midtongue.

She had what the Victorians would call a finely shaped head.

Angie's house looked like a child's drawing of a mansion: It was so generic it was barely three-dimensional.

You know what I was about to say? I was about to say I don't know what to believe anymore. And then I thought, that's someone else's line. That's a line from a movie, not something I should be saying, and I wonder for a second, am I in a movie? Can I stop being in this movie? Then I know I can't. But for a second, you think, I'll say something different, and this will all change. But it won't, will it?

A veces, cuando dejas que la gente te haga cosas, en realidad tú se las haces a ellos»

I pushed a foot out from under my sheets, but couldn't bring myself to connect it to the floor.

I really hope you like this, he says again, and flings open the door. It's a glass room, a greenhouse, I realize. Within are tulips, hundreds, of all colors. Tulips bloom in the middle of July in Desi's lake house. In their own special room for a very special girl. I know tulips are your favorite, but the season is so short, Desi said. So I fixed that for you. They'll bloom year-round.

The ones we picked? We didn't call them marks, or prey or victims. We called them Tonys, because my dad was named Tony and he could never say no to anyone (although I assume he said no to my mom at least once, when she asked him to stay).

In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me.

I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity. Their lives are a list of shortcomings: the unappreciative boyfriend, the extra ten pounds, the dismissive boss, the conniving sister, the straying husband. I've always hovered above their stories, nodding in sympathy and thinking how foolish they are, these women, to let these things happen, how undisciplined.

But here's the thing I want to be clear on: I knew what I was doing, I was punching every button on him. I was watching him coil tighter and tighter—I wanted him to finally say something, do something. Even if it's bad, even if it's the worst, do something, Nick. Don't leave me here like a ghost.

Detta var i princip det värsta som skulle kunnat drabba min tävlingsinriktade hustru: ett samhälle med belåtna medelmåttor.

But even as he was thinking this, he knew he'd have to aim smaller. That's what he learned from his life so far: always aim smaller.

Sensmoralen i historien var: Mr Binks var ett otroget svin som stoppade kuken båda här och där, men du förstår, äktenskapet är en kompromiss.