Quotes About Gillian Flynn

He had married this creature, this figment of the imagination of a million masturbatory men, semen-fingered and self-satisfied.

She defines and eliminates problems. She's practical in an evil way.

To me, all that urgent hopefulness was more frightening than if I'd found a pile of skulls with hair still attached. I ran out in full panic, my underwear tucked up a sleeve.

She was wearing a black pantsuit with a pale pink turtleneck underneath, a painfully aspirational look for a stripper.

It is a line that is only a little funny, but it already has the feel of an inside joke, one that will get funnier with nostalgic repetition

She had an unnecessarily loud voice, a bit of a bray, like some enchanted, hot donkey.

You two worshipful, adoring assholes created that thing down the hall and set her loose on the world.

Curry was wrong: Being an insider here was more distracting than useful.

A red-faced, hysterical woman is very easy to disregard, and I'm always looking for a reason to disregard.

who spends so much time worrying about

My wife loved games, mostly mind games, but also actual games of amusement

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 was the embodiment of every writer's worst fear: a cliché.

But in truth, I think she's always had more problems with children than she'd ever admit. I think, in fact, she hates them. There's a jealousy, a resentfulness that I can feel even now, in my memory.

I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication—a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.

She is reading The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury. A sci-fi girl. Abused women like escapism, of course.

They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow.

Plus, there was Amma and her mysterious friendliness toward me. I hated to admit it, but I was becoming obsessed with the girl.

I am penniless and on the run. How fucking noir.

The fact is, my wife is a murderess who is sometimes really fun.

Four Herefords stood nearby, unmoving in the snow, finding the humans unworrying. Limited imaginations. Diondra

That's how I felt about this miserable quest: every person I talked to would let me down until I found the one person who could help me figure out that night.

For so many years, my husband has lauded the emotional solidity of midwesterners: stoic, humble, without affectation! But these aren't the kinds of people who provide good memoir material.

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.