Gillian Flynn Quotes

How do they do their ham up there? She tucked her feet under her legs and leaned in. It reminded me of high school, that serious stare, as if she were trying to memorize the combination to a safe.

My mother said she was the most popular girl in school, and I believed it. Jackie said she was the meanest, and I believed that, too.

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...

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

I appreciate a straightforward apology the way a tone-deaf person enjoys a fine piece of music.

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...

It was my fifth lie to the police. I was just starting.

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

You'd literally lie, cheat, and steal -hell, kill- to convince people you are a good guy

This is unacceptable … no more coffee, thanks

I don’t know that anything would be any good anywhere, so it’s hard to gauge if this is better or worse, you know what I mean? Like: This place is miserable and I want to die, but I can’t think of any...

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...

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

If you remove the bloody floorboards and water-stained tiles; if you destroy the beams that held Robert Carterhook's body, and you tear down the walls that absorbed the screams, do you take down the h...

The Mexicans get the shittiest, most dangerous jobs, and the whites still complain.

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

You are turning me into what I never have been and never wanted to be, a nag, because you are not living up to your end of a very basic contract. Don’t do that, it’s not okay to do.

I must do better at adoring him like I used to. Nick responds to adoration. I just wish it felt more equal. My brain is so busy with Nick thoughts, it's a swarm inside my head: Nicknicknicknicknick! A...

One snowy April night, I felt so lonely. I was drinking warm amaretto with Bleecker and reading, lying on the floor as the snow came down, listening to old scratchy albums, like Nick and I used to

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