Gillian Flynn Quotes

Amy's basically exploiting the sociopath's most reliable maxim. The bigger the lie, the more they believe it.

And I didn't realize. I didn't take into account. Just. You know, this is real to you. I mean, I know that, we know that, but we don't at the same time. We really just never will. I don't think. Total...

And then the strangest thought of all clattered drunkenly from the back of my brain to the front and blinded me: If I kill Amy, who will I be?

And yet, I felt it too: the house. Not necessarily malevolent, but...mindful. I could feel it studying me, does that make sense? It crowded me. One day, I was wiping down the floorboards, and suffered...

Angie’s house looked like a child’s drawing of a mansion: It was so generic it was barely three-dimensional.

Arkadaşlar birbirlerinin kusurlarını görür. Eşlerse birbirlerinin en kuytu kusurlarını bilir.

At forty, a man wears the face he’s earned.

Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood?

But I know I'll never sleep again. I can't close my eyes when I'm next to her. It's like sleeping with a spider.

But I lack formal education. So I’m left with the feeling that I’m smarter than everyone around me but that if I ever got around really smart people—people who went to universities and drank wine and...

But I was born bent out of shape. I could picture myself coming out of the womb crooked and wrong. It never takes much for me to lose patience. The phrase fuck you may not rest on the tip of my tongue...

But I wasn't a well-read bookworm; I was just a dumb whore in the right library.

But I'm a romantic. In real life, if Nick had killed me, I think he would have just rolled my body into a trash bag and driven me to one of the landfills in the sixty-mile radius. Just dispose of me....

But everyone buys bulk because—unlike Manhattanites—they all have space to store twenty-four jars of sweet pickles. And—unlike Manhattanites—they all have uses for twenty-four jars of sweet pickles.

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.

But it’s tempting to be Cool Girl. For someone like me, who likes to win, it’s tempting to want to be the girl every guy wants. When I met Nick, I knew immediately that was what he wanted, and for him...

But the sight of it actually does something to you, makes you less human. Like watching a rape and saying nothing.

By the time my sister finally died, I was grateful in a way. It seemed to me that she’d been expelled into this world not quite formed. She was not ready for its weight. People whispered comfort about...

Camille, if you could be any fairy-tale person in the world, who would you be? Amma asked. Sleeping Beauty. To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely. I’d be Persephone. I don’t know who that...

Carl just needed to hear the clink of glasses, the glug of a drink being poured. I picked up the phone, shaking a tumbler of ice near the receiver so Carl could imagine his gin.