Gillian Flynn Quotes

People judge. Fast

Remember that game you always played with Mom when we were little: I smacked Go? I robbed a bank? I killed someone?'I said nothing. My breath was coming too fast.'I would still love you,' Go said.'...

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.

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...

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 needed the good mood, the way you need sleep after an all-nighter, the way you daydream of throwing yourself into bed.

She was a real talker, said whatever come into her mind. In a good way. Mostly. She was silent again for a few beats, but I could see her thinking back behind her eyes so I said nothing. You know, I t...

She was the kind of person who’d read street signs aloud rather than suffer silence.

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them, Amma said, pulling another Blow Pop from her pocket. Cherry. Know what I mean? If someone wants to do fucked-up things to...

Sometimes you need to get lost for a little.

Strangling is the very definition of dominance. Slow-motion murder.

Tears ran down my mother’s cheeks and dripped loudly onto the leather purse she held in her lap. The woman next to her patted her hand. I slipped my notepad from my jacket pocket and began scribbling...

That easy huh?You just have to decide to do it and then do it, she said. Discipline. Follow through. Like anything. You never understood that.

That easy, huh? You just have to decide to do it and then do it, she said. Discipline. Follow through. Like anything.

That night at the Brooklyn party, I was playing the girl who was in style, the girl a man like Nick wants: the Cool Girl. Men always say that as the defining compliment, don't they? She's a cool girl....

That was another of my mom’s words: glum. It meant having the blues in a way that annoyed other people. Having the blues aggressively.

That was pure, dumb Cool Girl bullshit. What a cunt. Again, I don’t get it: If you let a man cancel plans or decline to do things for you, you lose. You don’t get what you want. It’s pretty clear. Sur...

That would be our luck.

That’s what I did, though—I had angry, defensive conversations in my head, got mad at things that hadn’t even happened yet. Yet. I

That’s what I did, though—I had angry, defensive conversations in my head, got mad at things that hadn’t even happened yet. Yet.