Quotes About Darkness

It is always consoling to think of suicide; it's what gets one through many a bad night.

What kind of woman gets slaughtered by her own son?

I thought a lot about killing myself—it's a hobby today

I was lying in bed thinking of killing myself, a hobby of mine.

I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ.

That's always been part of my goal — to show the dark side of women. Men write about bad men all the time, and they're called antiheroes. … What I read and what I go to the movies for is not to find a best friend, not to find inspirations, not necessarily for a hero's journey. It's to be involved with characters that are maybe incredibly different from me, that may be incredibly bad but that feel authentic.

When I was fourteen, I thought a lot about killing myself--it's a hobby today, but at age fourteen it was a vocation.

Oh, that sounds like too

When I think of my wife, I always think of the back of her head. I picture cracking her lovely skull, unspooling her brain, trying to get answers. The primal questions of a marriage: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

The Devil lurked nearby in our Kansas town, an evil that was as natural and physical as a hillside.

IT WAS MISERABLE, wet-bone March and I was lying in bed thinking about killing myself, a hobby of mine.

What do I say to a man who knows how I think and still sleeps next to me with the lights off?

The world is black and then, showtime!

Gillian Flynn

Okay, so what's your favorite color, your favorite ice cream flavor, and your favorite season? "Blue, coffee, and winter." "Winter. No one likes winter." "It gets dark early, I like that." "Why?" Because that means the day has ended. I like checking days off a calendar—

I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it. It's the Day blood. Something's wrong with it.

It was miserable, wet-bone March and I was lying in bed thinking about killing myself, a hobby of mine. Indulgent afternoon daydreaming: A shotgun, my mouth, a bang and my head jerking once, twice, blood on the wall. Splatter, splatter.

I know I'm a hateful creature.

We complete each other in the nastiest, ugliest possible way.

Gillian Flynn

stretched our legs, shook ourselves awake. The night

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.

An angry stepson and a husband who was always away, no wonder she let her mind go to dark places.

Maturity understands that there's darkness in the world but that there's no need to dwell in it: we can lighten up and offer illumination to others.