I heard you could do that—buy books by the yard, turn them into furniture. People are dumb. I’ll never get over how dumb people are.
I hate people who start their conversations with facts . What are supposed to do with that? sure is hot today ! yes it is .
I don’t get why I need to prove my love to you by remembering the exact same things you do, the exact same way you do. It doesn’t mean I don’t love our life together.
I don't have anything else to add. I just wanted to make sure I had the last word. I think I've earned that.
I could see the cat was definitely on the steps. Still on the steps, 20 minutes after Carl's call. This was strange; Amy loved the cat. The cat was declawed, the cat was never let outside, , because t...
I changed my name for that piece of shit. Historical records have been altered—Amy Elliott to Amy Dunne—like it’s nothing. No, he does not get to win.
I carry an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips
I can’t recall a single amazing thing I have seen firsthand that I didn’t immediately reference to a movie or TV show.
I am penniless and on the run. How fucking noir.
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.
His name is Nick. I love it. It makes him seem nice, and regular, which he is. When he tells me his name, I say, Now, that’s a real name. He brightens and reels off some line: Nick’s the kind of guy y...
He’s calling you a Cool Girl to fool you! That’s what men do: They try to make it sound like you are the Cool Girl so you will bow to their wishes.
He was one of those guys who’d pronounce I’m a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual. Marybeth
Had things turned out differently, I might have amused myself with a series of heart-wretched lovers. I might have dallied with brilliant men. I might have married.
Good catch, Tanner said. Next time do it before it comes out of your mouth.
Everywhere I go is the river. I'm following it or it's following me.
Everyone has a moment where life goes off the rails. Mine was the day Marian died. The day I picked up that knife is a tight second.
Draw a picture of my soul, and it’d be a scribble with fangs.
Don’t women think that all men are jerky twelve-year-olds at heart? Hey, if the heart fits.
Do you ever feel like bad things are going to happen, and you can’t stop them? You can’t do anything, you just have to wait?