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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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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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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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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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That would be our luck.
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Gillian Flynn |
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To pretend to be calm is to be calm, in a way.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I thought a lot about killing myself--it's a hobby today,
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Gillian Flynn |
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People judge. Fast
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Gillian Flynn |
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Stay away from boys. They'll either throw rocks or look up your skirt.
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Gillian Flynn |
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that have never known inhabitants, or homes that have known owners and seen them ejected, the house standing triumphantly voided, humanless.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Unremarkable, but with a brainy arrogance wafting from them.
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Gillian Flynn |
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In New York it's not three or four A.M. that's the quiet time--there are too many bar stragglers, calling out to each other as they collapse into taxis, yelping into their cell phones as they frantically smoke that one last cigarette before bed. Five A.M., that's the best time, when the clicking of your heels on the sidewalk sounds illicit. All the people have been put away in their boxes, and you have the whole place to yourself.
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Gillian Flynn |
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First thing she said to me once we got our food: "I have one daughter. Thirteen years old. Mia. For Mia Hamm. She was born the day we won the World Cup. So, that's my daughter."
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Gillian Flynn |
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I really believe Nick will come after me. I turn toward the house and see only a closed door.
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Gillian Flynn |
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My feelings for her were veering too quickly from bitter to sweet.
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Gillian Flynn |
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All this could have been avoided if I were less pretty.
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Gillian Flynn |
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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 thought maybe she'd be a lawyer or college debater or something someday, because she was just ... she never stopped to measure her words. Like me. I think everything I say is stupid. Ann thought everyone should hear everything she had to say."
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Gillian Flynn |
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wall, hanging by the cords, when my phone finally rang. A bitchy voice on the other end demanded Amy's first pet's name. Woooonk-woooonk-woooonk!
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Gillian Flynn |
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Instead, she'd let it get even more overgrown and cobwebbed. We'd always joked that it would be a good place to bury a body. It couldn't be.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Cute kids, really cute clothes. I'd just created a tagline for Wind Gaps' li'l shoppers.
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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 |