Quotes from Gillian Flynn

I mean, doesn't it seem like it could have been two people? Somehow? Michelle's murder was just—Your mom and Debby were like, uh, hunted down almost. But Michelle dies in her bed, covers pulled up. They have different feels to them. I think.

I can't recall a single amazing thing I have seen firsthand that I didn't immediately reference to a movie or TV show.

Yeah, right. Something Wicked This Way Comes,' Greta says. 'It's good.' She chirps the last bit as if that were all to say about a book: It's good or it's bad. I liked it or I didn't. No discussions of the writing, the themes, the nuances, the structure. Just good or bad. Like a hot dog.

People want passion. People want a sense of purpose. And when they get those things, then they come back to you because you predicted their future, and it was good.

When I think of my wife, I always think of her head. The shape of it, to begin with. The very first time I saw her, it was the back of the head I saw, and there was something lovely about it, the angles of it. Like a shiny, hard corn kernel or a riverbed fossil. She had what the Victorians would call a finely shaped head. You could imagine the skull quite easily. I'd know her head anywhere.

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.)

mosquitoing around me, peppering me with pointless questions

I don't even want to ask," he said. "You two are the most fucked-up people I have ever met, and I specialize in fucked-up people.

The Woman in White.

La gente hace lo que se supone que debe hacer y después espera a que los colmes con tu aprecio; son como los empleados de las tiendas de yogur helado que dejan vasos sobre la barra para que eches la propina.

Sometimes when you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.

Well, there are all kinds of men, and you are the wrong kind.

How do you keep a thousand books in one room and then call the room a den?

Not that love is a competition. But I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

It's humbling, to become the very thing you once mocked.

It was a compliment to Nick—C was the correct answer—but he just gave a sour smile when I showed

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

Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I drank more and continued my mantra.

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.

We named the bar The Bar. "People will think we're ironic instead of creatively bankrupt," my sister reasoned.

Really, dude? How do you get through life without breaking something? Your mom wrap you in bubble wrap?

You were always so willful, never sweet.

I don't know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script. It

I liked the Old Testament spitefulness of the phrase 'got what she deserved.' Sometimes women do.