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Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I
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Gillian Flynn |
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Back in grade school, my shrinks tried to channel my viciousness into a constructive outlet, so I cut things with scissors. Heavy, cheap fabrics Diane bought by the bolt. I sliced through them with old metal shears going up and down: . The soft growl of the fabrics as I sliced it apart, and that perfect last moment, when your thumb is getting sore and your shoulders hurt from hunching and cut, cut, cut... free, the fabric now swaying in tw..
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confusion
fabric
hate
life
school
therapy
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Gillian Flynn |
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She hummed to herself because she was an unrivaled botcher of lyrics. When we were first dating, a Genesis song came on the radio: "She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah." And Amy crooned instead, "She takes my hat and puts it on the top shelf." When I asked her why she'd ever think her lyrics were remotely, possibly, vaguely right, she told me she always thought the woman in the song truly loved the man because she put his hat on the ..
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Amy. Please." He has that look, like I am being unreasonable, like he is so sure I am being unreasonable that I wonder if I am."
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Gillian Flynn |
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Sometimes when you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.
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Gillian Flynn |
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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 recent series of nervous, respectful post-feminist men, to be a territory.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I remember always being baffled by other children. I would be at a birthday party and watch the other kids giggling and making faces, and I would try to do that too, but I wouldn't understand why. I would sit there with the tight elastic thread of the birthday hat parting the pudge of my underchin, with the grainy frosting of the cake bluing my teeth, and I would try to figure out why it was fun. With Nick, I understood finally. Because he ..
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Gillian Flynn |
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People do what they're supposed to do and then wait for you to pile on the appreciation--they're
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Gillian Flynn |
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When you finally stop an itch and realize it's because you've ripped a hole in your skin
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Gillian Flynn |
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If you couldn't find something in thirty seconds, you were losing money, his father always said. Return phone calls immediately was another rule Clay had been taught to obey.
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Gillian Flynn |
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We Got Llamas!" Odd words to see in neon."
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Gillian Flynn |
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You have the same rhythm. Click. You just know each other. 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. That fast. You think: Oh, here is the rest of my life. It's finally arrived.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Downstairs, I could hear the return of a long-lost sound: Amy making breakfast. Banging wooden cupboards (rump-thump!), rattling containers of tin and glass (ding-ring!), shuffling and sorting a collection of metal pots and iron pans (ruzz-shuzz!). A culinary orchestra tuning up, clattering vigorously toward the finale, a cake pan drumrolling along the floor, hitting the wall with a cymballic crash.
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Gillian Flynn |
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What have we done to eachother?
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Gillian Flynn |
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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.
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Gillian Flynn |
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She had perfect skin, so free of blotches or wrinkles, her face so perfect and character-free she could have just popped out of the womb. They all seemed unfinished. I wanted them to go away.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I'm always looking for a reason to disregard.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I had my share of fun,' I said. 'Looks and money get you a long way in Wind Gap.' 'And brains?' 'Brains you hide.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I spoke in a soft, soothing voice, a voice wearing a cardigan.
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To me, all that urgent hopefulness was more frightening than if I'd found a pile of skulls with hair still attached. I ran out in full panic, my underwear tucked up a sleeve.
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Gillian Flynn |
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They pictured themselves dashing around Manhattan, latte in one hand, cell phone in the other, adorably breaking a designer heel while hailing a cab.
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Gillian Flynn |
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We could leave the country if you want. Live in Spain, Italy, wherever you like, spend our days eating mangoes in the sun. Sleep late, play Scrabble, flip through books aimlessly, swim in the ocean.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I can feel a better version of me somewhere in there--hidden behind a liver or attached to a bit of spleen within my stunted, childish body--a Libby that's telling me to get up, do something, grow up, move on. But the meanness usually wins out.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I'd come to find the morning depressing, to know it would come again and again.
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Gillian Flynn |
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My eyes flipped open at exactly six A.M. This was no avian fluttering of the lashes, no gentle blink toward consciousness. The awakening was mechanical. A spooky ventriloquist-dummy click of the lids: The world is black and then, showtime! 6-0-0 the clock said -in my face, first thing I saw. 6-0-0. It felt different. I rarely woke at such a rounded time. I was a man of jagged risings: 8:43, 11:51, 9:26. My life was alarmless.
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Gillian Flynn |
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If I had a dick, I would fuck this peanut butter,
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Gillian Flynn |
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I just think some women aren't made to be mothers. And some women aren't made to be daughters.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Never leave a message for someone you really want to reach. No, you keep phoning and phoning until someone picks up--out of anger or curiosity or fear--and then you blurt out whatever words will keep them on the line. I
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I changed my name for that piece of shit. Historical records have been altered--Amy Elliott to Amy Dunne--like it's nothing. No, he does not get to win.
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Gillian Flynn |
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it's a nice day's work when you make a lot of people smile.
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Gillian Flynn |
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No wedding ring. I wondered when I began to notice such things.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Sometimes the answer is at the bottom of a bottle,
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Gillian Flynn |
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I eat beef jerky and ride with bare feet on the dashboard. We
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Gillian Flynn |
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Nothing to it but to do it, nothing to it but to do it." Diane's mantra."
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Gillian Flynn |
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The man cocked his gun and Patty had time for one last thought: I wish, I wish, I wish I could take this back.
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mystey
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Gillian Flynn |
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He felt like an animal limping away, some wounded buck that needed to be put down.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Paper is first year,' I said. At the end of Year One's unexpectedly wrenching treasure hunt, Amy presented me with a set of posh stationery, my initials embossed at the top, the paper so creamy I expected my fingers to come away moist. In return, I'd presented my wife with a bright red dime-store paper kite, picturing the park, picnics, warm summer gusts. Neither of us liked our presents; we's each have preferred the other's. It was a rever..
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Gillian Flynn |
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Y si todos interpretamos un papel, es imposible que exista nada semejante a un companero de alma porque lo que tenemos no son almas de verdad.
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What's the, like, symbol, for five years? Paper?" "Paper is first year," I said. At the end of Year One's unexpectedly wrenching treasure hunt, Amy presented me with a set of posh stationery, my initials embossed at the top, the paper so creamy I expected my fingers to come away moist. In return, I'd presented my wife with a bright red dime-store paper kite, picturing the park, picnics, warm summer gusts. Neither of us liked our presents; w..
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Gillian Flynn |
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Only Tanner Bolt could get away with making me, a client, fly to him, then tell me what kind of dance I'd need to do in order to give him my money.
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For so many years, my husband has lauded the emotional solidity of midwesterners: stoic, humble, without affectation! But these aren't the kinds of people who provide good memoir material. Imagine the jacket copy: People behaved mostly well and then they died.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I don't know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script.
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Gillian Flynn |
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People will think we're ironic instead of creatively bankrupt,
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Gillian Flynn |
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I'd go out each morning and beg for six hours. I knew who to approach and for how long and exactly what to say. I was never ashamed. What I did was purely transactional: You made someone feel good and they gave you money.
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Gillian Flynn |