So I killed a hobo today, honey . . . hahahaha! Ah, we have fun! Nick
She was the kind of person who’d read street signs aloud rather than suffer silence.
She needed the good mood, the way you need sleep after an all-nighter, the way you daydream of throwing yourself into bed.
She had what the Victorians would call . You could imagine the skull quite easily. I'd know her head anywhere.And what's inside it. I think of that, too: her mind. Her brain, all those coils, and her...
She had an unnecessarily loud voice, a bit of a bray, like some enchanted, hot donkey.
She had an invisible friend, a giant stuffed bear she called Ben. What kind of kid has an imaginary friend that’s a stuffed animal? She collected hair ribbons and arranged them in alphabetical order b...
Reporters are like vampires, Curry likes to say. They can't come into your home without your invitation, but once they're there, you won't get them out till they've sucked you dry.
Probably drove in from Mission Hills, feeling magnanimous about setting foot north of the river.
Pienso en lo estúpida que soy por haber dejado entrar a estos dos individuos. Por haber asumido que podría controlarles, cuando son criaturas feroces, acostumbradas a encontrar un punto de apoyo sobre...
Pero ¿Quién gana aquí? Gano yo, porque mi lista, la lista maestra titulada << Joder a Nick Dunne>>, era rigurosa, la lista más completa y minuciosa jamás creada.
People who get caught get caught because they don't have patience; they refuse to plan.
People do what they’re supposed to do and then wait for you to pile on the appreciation—they’re like frozen-yogurt employees who put out cups for tips.
Partia do princípio de que tudo de mau no mundo podia acontecer, porque tudo o que havia de mau no mundo já tinha acontecido. Mas, verdade seja dita, não eram ínfimas as hipóteses de me acontecer algu...
Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world sweetest cancer.
Oh, here's the rest of my life. It's finally arrived.
O rosto que você apresenta ao mundo diz ao mundo como tratar você (...).
O günlerde yayıncılık dünyası için internet, bir köşede tutulan egzotik bir evcil hayvandan ibaretti.
No wedding ring. I wondered when I began to notice such things.
Nick will come home, sweaty and salty and beer-loose from a day at the ballpark, and I’ll curl up in his lap, ask him about the game, ask him if his friend Jack had a good time, and he’ll say, Oh, he...
My thank-yous always come out rather labored. I often don't give them at all. People do what they're supposed to do and then wait for you to pile on the appreciation -- they're like frozen-yogurt empl...