Gillian Flynn Quotes

I suppose it’s not a compromise if only one of you considers it such, but that was what our compromises tended to look like.

I think this experience will make him a better person. Or at least a sorrier one.

I took a cue from your beloved Mark Twain: What ought to be done to the man who invented the celebrating of anniversaries? Mere killing would be too light.

I understand now why so many horror movies use that device—the mysterious knock on the door—because it has the weight of a nightmare. You don’t know what’s out there, yet you know you’ll open it. You’...

I was a callow boy, and then a man, good and bad. Now at last I’m the hero. I am the one to root for in the never-ending war story of our marriage.

I was already tired of talking, and I’d said very little.

I was lying in bed thinking of killing myself, a hobby of mine.

I was never really on my side in any argument. I liked the Old Testament spitefulness of the phrase got what she deserved.

I was never really on my side in any argument.

I was rotten.

I wasn’t entirely sure about Meredith’s assessment. Some people would love to have the killer be a guy born and raised in Wind Gap. Someone they went fishing with once, someone they were in Cub Scouts...

I would have done anything to feel real again.

I would rather be a librarian, but I worry about the job security. Books may be temporary; dicks are forever.

I'd come to find the morning depressing, to know it would come again and again.

I'm here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I'm panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I'm here. I don't usually feel that I am.

I'm not someone who can be depended one five days a week. Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday? I don't even get out of bed five days in a row-I often don't remember to eat five days in a row. Rep...

I'm so much happier now that I'm dead. Technically missing. Soon to be presumed dead. Gone. And my lazy lying shitting oblivious husband will go to prison for my murder. Nick Dunne took my pride and m...

IT WAS MISERABLE, wet-bone March and I was lying in bed thinking about killing myself, a hobby of mine.

If ifs and buts were candies and nuts we’d all have a very Merry Christmas, I heard my aunt Diane boom in my head. Those words had been the bane of my childhood, a constant reminder that nothing turne...

If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script. It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, a...