Gillian Flynn Quotes

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.

I think there is something very relatable in the idea that you hit a certain age, later in your life, where you realize you have to pick up the rug and see what's underneath it and deal with stuff.

I ached once, hard, like a period typed at the end of a sentence.

Republicans go to Sam’s Club, Democrats go to Costco.

I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.

I just think some women aren't made to be mothers. And some women aren't made to be daughters.

How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky?

I'm a huge fan of ghost stories, that sort of slow build, the suspense and the questioning about whether you're imagining something or if it's real.

I'm a true-crime addict. It's not something I'm particularly proud of, but I can't stop.

Nick is like a good stiff drink: He gives everything the correct perspective.

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

I've suffered betrayal with all five senses. For over a year.

I would have done anything to feel real again.

I'm all for whatever transitions the book properly to a movie.

And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don't have genuine souls.

I'd come to believe there was no food more depressing than Danish, a pastry that seemed stale upon arrival

Everytime people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.

He was one of those guys who'd pronounce I'm a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.

Coffee goes great with sudden death.

Love should require both partners to be their very best at all times

I assumed everything bad in the world could happen, because everything bad in the world already did happen.

My imagination is more tweaked by imagining the lives of the people who were there before us. I don't need to give myself the willies. I'm quite good at that - I can freak myself out wherever I am.

I like the discipline of writing a script. You can't go into the character's head - you have to find these creative ways to help externalize what they're thinking.

Love makes you want to be a better man—right, right. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.

...and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine.

If I say I don't want to read the book, I don't want to read the book.

Something bad was about to happen. My wife was being clever again.

Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you?

We will have a happy marriage if it kills him.

I am not angry or sad or happy to see you. I could not give a shit. You don't even ripple.

I know, I know, I'm being a girl.

How confusing to live in the shadow of a shadow.

Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don't have to worry about life anymore.

Like walking through a door. Our relationship immediately attained a sepia tone: the past.

Compromise, communicate, and never go to bed angry - the three pieces of advice gifted and regifted to all newlyweds.

I am, after all, an adult, a grown man, a useful human being, even though I lost the career that made me all these things. I won't make that mistake again.

in these shitty plastic days ...

It was one of the few stories we told the same way.

We were born in the '70s, back when twins were rare, a bit magical: cousins of the unicorn, siblings of the elves.

Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I drank more and continued my mantra. 'Stop thinking', swig, 'empty your head', swig, 'now, seriously empty your head'.

Ever been in a spelling bee as a kid? That snowy second after the announcement of the word as you sift your brain to see if you can spell it? It was like that, the blank panic.

what are you thinking, Amy? How are you feeling? Who are you? What have we ddone to each other? What will we do?

She is an incredibly intelligent idiot

One should never marry a man who doesn't own a decent set of scissors.

I still believed he'd love me again somehow, love me that intense, thick way he did, the way that made everything good.

All of a sudden you see reading in bed and waffles on Sunday and laughing at nothing and his mouth on yours. And it's so far beyond fine that you know you can never go back to fine.

We just want you to be happy. Rand and Marybeth said that all the time, but they never explained how.

You can like an immoral character because she’s interesting, not because you want to have her over for dinner.

... it’s a nice day’s work when you make a lot of people smile.

Things might not be great, but things would be okay.