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If you're about to do something, and you want to know if it's a bad idea, imagine seeing it printed in the paper for all the world to see.
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Gillian Flynn |
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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.
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Gillian Flynn |
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For over a year now, I've smelled her twat on his fingertips as he slipped into bed next to me. I've watched him ogle himself in the mirror, grooming like a horny baboon for their dates. I've listened to his lies, lies, lies - from simplistic child's fibs to elaborate Rube Goldbergian contraptions. I've tasted butterscotch on his dry-kiss lips, a cloying flavor that was never there before. I've felt the stubble on his cheeks that he knows I..
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Gillian Flynn |
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the Cool Girl. Men always say that as the defining compliment, don't they? She's a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she's hosting the world's biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls a..
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Gillian Flynn |
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Just like Nick, who destroyed and rejected the real me a piece at a time - you're too serious, Amy, you're too uptight, Amy, you overthink things, you analyze too much, you're no fun anymore, you make me feel useless, Amy, you make me feel bad, Amy. He took away chunks of me with blase swipes: my independence, my pride, my esteem. I gave, and he took and took. He Giving Treed me out of existence. That whore, he picked that little whore over..
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Gillian Flynn |
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A multichild household is a pit of petty jealousies, this I knew, and the Nash children were panicking at the idea of competing not just with one another, but with a dead sister. They had my sympathies.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I always feel sad for the girl that I was, because it never occurred to me that my mother might comfort me. She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did. She tended to me. She administrated me. Oh, yes, and one time she bought me lotion with vitamin E.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Amy likes to play God when she's not happy. Old Testament God.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Another time-honored ploy: A woman is less likely to throw you out if she's offered her hospitality. If you have allergies or a cold, asking for a tissue is even better. Women love vulnerability. Most women.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Nick and I fit together. I am a little too much, and he is a little too little. I am a thornbush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab wounds, and my thorns fit perfectly into them.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I like other people's things better. They come with other people's history.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I stared back--cows are the few animals that really seem to see you.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don't mind, I'm the Cool Girl.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I was never really on my side in any argument.
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Gillian Flynn |
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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. Sure, he may be happy, he may say you're the coolest girl ever, but he's saying it because he got his way. He's calling you a Cool Girl to fool you! That's what men do: They try to make it sound like you are the cool girl so you will bow to their wishes.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I am not okay. I will be okay, but right now I am not okay. I want my husband to put his arms around me, to console me, to baby me a little bit. Just for a second. Inside
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Gillian Flynn |
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I know the wisdom, that no parents should see their child die, that such an event is like nature spun backward. But it's the only way to truly keep your child. Kids grow up, they forge more potent allegiances. They find a spouse or a lover. They will not be buried with you. The Keenes, however, will remain the purest form of family. Underground.
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Gillian Flynn |
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The secondhand experience is always better. The image is crisper, the view is keener, the camera angle and the soundtrack manipulate my emotions in a way reality can't anymore. 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..
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Gillian Flynn |
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At her easiest, she was hard, because her brain was always working, working, working - I had to exert myself just to keep pace with her. I'd spend an hour crafting a casual e-mail to her, I became a student of arcana so I could keep her interested: the Lake poets, the code duello, the French Revolution. Her mind was both wide and deep, and I got smarter being with her. And more considerate, and more active, and more alive, and almost electr..
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Gillian Flynn |
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Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them,
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Gillian Flynn |
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'Sheesh, violin can be hard work, but hard work is the only way to get better!')
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Gillian Flynn |
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Libby was a Christmas baby, which meant she never got the right amount of presents. Patty would hold one extra gift aside--and Happy Birthday to Libby!--but they all knew the truth, Libby got ripped off. Libby rarely felt less than ripped off.
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Gillian Flynn |
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You're so hateful. - I learned at your feet.
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Gillian Flynn |
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He took away chunks of me with blase swipes: my independence, my pride, my esteem. I gave, and he took and took. He Giving Treed me out of existence. That whore, he picked that little whore over me. He killed my soul, which should be a crime.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Amy knew that was what I had loved most about us back when I loved us: not the big moments, not the Romantic with capital-R moments, but our secret inside jokes.
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Gillian Flynn |
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sat in groups together purging ourselves, theoretically, of anger and self-hatred. We learned not to turn on ourselves. We learned to blame.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I'm so much happier now that I'm dead. Technically missing. Soon to be presumed dead. Gone. And my lazy lying shitting oblivious husband will go to prison for my murder. Nick Dunne took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That's murder. Let the punishment fit the crime.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Lately, I've been leaning towards kindness. - Camille Preaker
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Gillian Flynn |
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I wanted to slice barren into my skin. That's how I'd stay, my insides unused. Empty and pristine. I pictured my pelvis split open, to reveal a tidy hollow, like the nest of a vanished animal.
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sharp-objects
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Gillian Flynn |
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I was rotten.
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Gillian Flynn |
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One should never marry a man who doesn't own a decent set of scissors. That would be my advice. It leads to bad things. I
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Gillian Flynn |
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How are you, it wasn't a courtesy, it was an existential question.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it,
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Gillian Flynn |
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How do they do their ham up there?" She tucked her feet under her legs and leaned in. It reminded me of high school, that serious stare, as if she were trying to memorize the combination to a safe."
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Gillian Flynn |
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I took a cue from your beloved Mark Twain: "What ought to be done to the man who invented the celebrating of anniversaries? Mere killing would be too light."
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Right, Annabelle," Jackie said. "I'm sure if Joya were alive today, they'd have a grand old time. At least Joya would. She'd just love to tear at Camille. Remember those long, long nails of hers? Never painted them. I always thought that was weird."
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Gillian Flynn |
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But in truth, I think she's always had more problems with children than she'd ever admit. I think, in fact, she hates them. There's a jealousy, a resentfulness that I can feel even now, in my memory.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication--a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.
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Gillian Flynn |
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It is now two million square feet of echo.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I'll take those for my room, Momma. They look fine to me." "They're not." "I don't mind." "Camille, I was just looking at them, and they're not good blooms." She dropped the pliers to the ground, began tugging at a stem. "But they're fine for me. For my room." "Oh, now look what you've done. I'm bleeding."
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Gillian Flynn |
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No one ever forgives me for anything," she whimpered, her chin shaking. I wanted to tell her I did, but I didn't. Instead I poured her another drink."
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Gillian Flynn |
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In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me.
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Gillian Flynn |
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But I felt it now. Something was wrong, right here, very horribly wrong. I could picture Bob Nash sitting on the edge of Ann's bed, trying to remember the last thing he said to his daughter. I saw Natalie's mother, crying into one of her old T-shirts. I saw me, a despairing thirteen-year-old sobbing on the floor of my dead sister's room, holding a small flowered shoe. Or Amma, thirteen herself, a woman-child with a gorgeous body and a gnawi..
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Gillian Flynn |
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At forty, a man wears the face he's earned.
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