Gillian Flynn Quotes

I felt no particular allegiance to the town. This was the place my sister died, the place I started cutting myself. A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People...

I hated Nick for being surprised when I became me. I hated him for not knowing it had to end, for truly believing he had married this creature, this figment of the imagination of a million masturbator...

I have a guy in my office—sensitive. When I got passed over for a promotion, he suggested I sue for discrimination. I wasn’t discriminated against, I was a mediocre reporter. And sometimes drunk women...

I have one memory that catches in me like a nasty clump of blood. Marian was dead about two years, and my mother had a cluster of friends over for afternoon drinks. One of them brought a baby. For hou...

I just figured you’d be too proud. Self-conscious and proud. I was a rather nasty cocktail of both those traits,

I know I am right not to settle,

I know I'm a hateful creature.

I know that losing a job is incredibly stressful, and particularly for a man, they say it can be like a death in the family,

I like rules that make sense, not rules without logic.

I liked the Old Testament spitefulness of the phrase 'got what she deserved.' Sometimes women do.

I mean, if I were a guy, looking to pay a girl to wankme off, I wouldn’t walk in the room and say, My God, I smell hints of fresh strudel and nutmeg…quick, grab my dick!

I need to be ambushed, caught unawares, like some sort of feral love-jackal. I’m too self-conscious otherwise.

I often don’t say things out loud, even when I should.

I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts.

I realized I was humming Uncle John’s Band to myself for no good reason.

I sometimes wonder if that is at the root of his distaste for me: He’s let me see his shortcomings, and he hates me for knowing them.

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. One of us was always angry.

I take a giant breath, roll my anger up into a red rubber ball, and mentally kick it out into space.

I thought being home might do you good, but … I forget sometimes parents aren’t always … good for their kids.

I went into Andie’s bathroom, took a piss, looked at myself in the mirror, and made myself say it: You are a cheater. You have failed one of the most basic male tests. You are not a good man. And when...