Gillian Flynn Quote
Every phrase had to be captured on paper or it wasn't real, it slipped away. I'd see the words hanging in midair--Camille, pass the milk-- and anxiety coiled up in me as they began to fade, like jet exhaust. Writing them down, though, I had them. No worries that they'd become extinct. I was a lingual conservationist. I was the class freak, a tight, nervous eighth-grader frenziedly copying down phrases (Mr. Feeney is totally gay, Jamie Dobson is ugly, They never have chocolate milk) with a keenness bordering on the religious.
Gillian Flynn
Every phrase had to be captured on paper or it wasn't real, it slipped away. I'd see the words hanging in midair--Camille, pass the milk-- and anxiety coiled up in me as they began to fade, like jet exhaust. Writing them down, though, I had them. No worries that they'd become extinct. I was a lingual conservationist. I was the class freak, a tight, nervous eighth-grader frenziedly copying down phrases (Mr. Feeney is totally gay, Jamie Dobson is ugly, They never have chocolate milk) with a keenness bordering on the religious.
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invisible things, writing