Gillian Flynn Quotes

One should never marry a man who doesn’t own a decent set of scissors. That would be my advice. It leads to bad things. I

Whenever i see new stories about children who were killed by their own parents i think ... but how could it be? They cared enough to give this kid a name, They had a moment at least one moment when th...

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

Everywhere felt like a jail now- doors opening and closing, and me never feeling safe.

Suppose it’s not a compromise if only one of you considers

Tell me about Wind Gap. Curry held the tip of a ballpoint pen at his grizzled chin. I could picture the tiny prick of blue it would leave among the stubble. It’s at the very bottom of Missouri, in the...

So you swallow your disappointment and say okay.

In a few years you may find a Starbucks, which will bring the town what it yearns for: prepackaged, preapproved mainstream hipness.

What have we done to eachother?

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them. Know what I mean? If someone wants to do fucked-up things to you, and you let them, you’re making them more fucked up. The...

His nametag said Jose. I tried to see if he was missing any fingers. Mexicans don’t get cushy box jobs unless they’re owed. That’s the way plants down here work: The Mexicans get the shittiest, most d...

I noticed Stucks was wearing—maybe ironically, possibly not—a T-shirt that read Save Gas, Fart in a Jar.

People always were , they always wanted to know, what kind of women gets slaughtered by her own son?

I can feel a better version of me somewhere in there—hidden behind a liver or attached to a bit of spleen within my stunted, childish body—a Libby that’s telling me to get up, do something, grow up, m...

My mother would not be distracted from her grief. To this day it remains a hobby.

I was busy thinking of all the people that had been harmed: intentionally, accidentally, deservedly, unfairly, slightly, completely.

It had barely registered, the lament was so commonplace. But I felt it now.

Marriage is compromise and hard work,and then more hard work and communication and compromise. And then work. Abandon all hope, ye who enter.

It’s been years since I even really liked someone. So how likely is it I’ll meet someone I love, much less someone I love enough to marry? I’m tired of not knowing who I’ll be with, or if I’ll be with...

I was a man of jagged risings