Gillian Flynn Quotes

Four Herefords stood nearby, unmoving in the snow, finding the humans unworrying. Limited imaginations. Diondra

Frank Curry thinks I’m a soft touch. Might be because I’m a woman. Might be because I’m a soft touch.

Frankly, I think Adora prefers us to feel like strangers. She wants all relationships in the house to run through her.

Go online and fucking figure it out for yourself because everyone’s overworked and understaffed.

He is learning to love me unconditionally, under all my conditions.

He killed my soul, which should be a crime.

He looks like the rich-boy villain in an '80s teen movie - the one who bullies the sensitive misfit, the one who will end up with a pie in the puss, the whipped cream wilting his upturned collar as ev...

He refills my drink without me having to ask, somehow ferreting out one last cup of the good stuff. He has claimed me, placed a flag in me: I was here first, she’s mine, mine. It feels nice, after my...

Hell, at this point, I can’t imagine my story without Amy. She is my forever antagonist. We are one long frightening climax.

Here in Missouri, the women shop at Target, they make diligent, comforting meals, they laugh about how little high school Spanish they remember.

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.

His life was a long line of denials, just waiting for him.

How are you, it wasn’t a courtesy, it was an existential question.

I appreciate a straightforward apology the way a tone-deaf person enjoys a fine piece of music. I can’t do it, but I can applaud it in others.

I can’t talk right now, I’ll call you back, I snapped, and hung up. I despised the women who staffed Comfort Hill: unsmiling, uncomforting. Underpaid, gruelingly underpaid, which was probably why they...

I carry an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips

I couldn't decide if I'd been mistreated. By Richard, by those boys who took my virginity, by anyone. I was never really on my side in any argument.

I created a manuscript, and she created a life. I

I don’t feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

I finally understood—nearly twenty years too late.