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f0477b1
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How predictable, how perfectly average, how amusing.
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Gillian Flynn |
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8526bbe
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Smile, it can't be that bad! Yeah, actually, it can, jackwad.
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Gillian Flynn |
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9c2fc19
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Always have a backup plan to the backup plan.
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Gillian Flynn |
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de5ed22
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Nothing to it but to do it.
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Gillian Flynn |
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This morning he was stroking my hair and asking what else he could do for me, and I said: "My gosh, Nick, why are you so wonderful to me?" He was supposed to say: YOU DESERVE IT. I LOVE YOU. But he said, "Because I feel sorry for you." "Why?" "Because every morning you have to wake up and be you." I really, truly wish he hadn't said that. I keep thinking about it. I can't stop."
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Gillian Flynn |
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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 are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chag..
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burping
cheap-beer
cool-girls
dirty-jokes
gang-bang
thresomes
video-games
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Gillian Flynn |
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40d3749
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Dorothy has one of those kitten-in-a-tree posters-- Hang in There! She posts her poster with all sincerity. I like to picture her running into some self-impressed Williamsburg bitch, all Bettie Page bangs and pointy glasses who owns the same poster ironically. I'd like to listen to them try to negotiate each other. Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness. It's their Kryptonite.
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Gillian Flynn |
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because for Amy, love was like drugs or booze or porn: There was no plateau. Each exposure needed to be more intense than the last to achieve the same result.
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Gillian Flynn |
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23c147b
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It's an insane, insane crime, a lot of it isn't going to make sense. That's why people are so obsessed with these murders. If they made any sense, they wouldn't really be mysteries, right?
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Gillian Flynn |
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3a8da9a
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In truth, I wanted her to read my mind so I didn't have to stoop to the womanly art of articulation. I was sometimes as guilty of playing the figure-me-out game as Amy was.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I won't blame Nick. I don't blame Nick. I refuse - refuse! - to turn into some pert-mouthed, strident angry-girl. I made two promises to myself when I married Nick. One: no dancing-monkey demands. Two: I would never, ever say, Sure, that's fine by me (if you want to stay out later, if you want to do a boys' weekend, if you want to do something you want to do) and then punish him for doing what I said was fine by me. I worry I am coming peri..
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Gillian Flynn |
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593c758
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There were a lot of people who deserved a lesson, deserved to really understand, that nothing came easy, that most things were going to go sour.
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Gillian Flynn |
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89c3f6c
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Everyone has a moment where life goes off the rails.
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Gillian Flynn |
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d8e1785
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Guess what Jeff found in his cabin for me," Grete says, "another book by the Martian Chronicle guy." "Ray Bradburrow", Jeff says. Bradbury, I think. "Yeah, right, Something Wicked This Way Comes," Grete says, "It's good". She chirps the last bit as if that were all to say about a book. It's good or it's bad, I liked it or I didn't. No discussions of the writing, the themes, the nuances, the structure. Just good or bad - like a hot dog."
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Gillian Flynn |
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efe1690
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They thought more before nine a.m. than most people thought all month. I remember once declining cherry pie at dinner, and Rand cocked his head and said, 'Ahh! Iconoclast. Disdains the easy, symbolic patriotism.' And when I tried to laugh it off and said, well, I didn't like cherry cobbler either, Marybeth touched Rand's arm: 'Because of the divorce. All those comfort foods, the desserts a family eats together, those are just bad memories f..
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broken-home
cherry-pie
childhood
childhood-memories
divorce
funny
iconoclast
ironic
irony
logic
memories
over-thinking
patriotism
psychologist
psychology
simplicity
symbolism
the-mind
thoughts
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Gillian Flynn |
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e6760b7
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The one plentiful herds of magazine writers would continue to be culled - by the Internet, by the recession, by the American public, who would rather watch TV or play video games or electronically inform friends that, like, 'rain sucks!' But there's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.
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alcohol
americans
bar
bourbon
change
changes
drinking
electronic-books
electronic-revolution
electronic-software
electronics
new-age
recession
sarcasm
technology
the-future
the-internet
the-past
the-public
the-recession
tv
video-games
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Gillian Flynn |
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63f043a
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That night at the Brooklyn party, I was playing the girl who was in style, the girl a man like Nick wants: 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 sh..
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Gillian Flynn |
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He wears his cockiness like an ironic T-shirt, but it fits him better.
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funny
irony
manwhore
men
t-shirt
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Gillian Flynn |
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95bfcb8
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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.
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anxious
blank-mind
brain
forgetting
going-blank
lost-thoughts
panic
panic-attack
spelling-bee
the-human-mind
the-mind
thinking
thoughts
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Gillian Flynn |
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You know how, in court, they talk about the CSI effect? Like, everyone on the jury has watched so much CSI that they believe science can prove anything?" "Yeah." "Well, I think there's an Evil Husband effect. Everyone has seen too many true-crime shows where the husband is always, always the killer, so people automatically assume the husband's the bad guy."
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Gillian Flynn |
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cd7c35c
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I was lying in bed thinking about killing myself, a hobby of mine. Indulgent afternoon daydreaming: A shotgun, my mouth, a bang and my head jerking once, twice, blood on the wall. Spatter, splatter.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world sweetest cancer.
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Gillian Flynn |
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dcd9a40
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I hate people who start conversations with facts - what are you supposed to do with that? Sure is hot today. Yes, it is.
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Gillian Flynn |
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The Amy of today was abrasive enough to want to hurt, sometimes. I speak specifically of the Amy of today, who was only remotely like the woman I fell in love with. It had been an awful fairy-tale reverse transformation. Over just a few years, the old Amy, the girl of the big laugh and the east ways, literally shed herself, a pile of skin and soul on the floor, and out stepped this new, brittle, bitter Amy. My wife was no longer my wife but..
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change
dangerous
love
misperception
wife
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Gillian Flynn |
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b45bee2
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My brain is so busy with Nick thoughts, it's a swarm inside my head: Nicknicknicknicknick! And when I picture his mind, I hear my name as a shy crystal ping that occurs once, maybe twice, a day and quickly subsides. I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him. Is that wrong? I don't even know anymore.
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thoughts
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Gillian Flynn |
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4021785
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You're a man who cheats on his wife, you can't ever undo that.
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Gillian Flynn |
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647c2aa
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I would rather be a librarian, but I worry about the job security. Books may be temporary; dicks are forever.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Camille, if you could be any fairy-tale person in the world, who would you be?" Amma asked. "Sleeping Beauty." To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely. "I'd be Persephone." "I don't know who that is," I said. Gayla slapped some collards on my plate, and fresh corn. I made myself eat, a kernel at a time, my gag reflex churning with each chew. "She's the Queen of the Dead," Amma beamed. "She was so beautiful, Hades stole her and to..
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Gillian Flynn |
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To know exactly what I wanted to hear in those notes, to woo me back to her, even to predict all my wrong moves ... the woman knew me cold. Better than anyone in the world, she knew me. All this time I'd thought we were strangers, and it turned out we knew each other intuitively, in our bones, in our blood.
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Gillian Flynn |
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It was surprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were OK, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that that simply wasn't so.
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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. One of us was always angry.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I think of that, too: her mind. Her brain, all those coils, and her thoughts shuttling through those coils like fast, frantic centipedes. Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts. What are you thinking, Amy? The question I've asked most often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. I suppose these questions stormclo..
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relationships
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Gillian Flynn |
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Right now, she had an almost obsessive need to get home, nest up, feel safe.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I don't get why I need to prove my love to you by remembering the exact same things you do, the exact same way you do. It doesn't mean I don't love our life together.
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Gillian Flynn |
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3d1005b
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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
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Gillian Flynn |
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e5c4b75
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At some point, Len was going to make a real pass at her, forcing her to make a real decision, and the game was so pathetic it made her want to weep. The hunter and the hunted, but it was like a bad nature show: He was a three-legged, runt coyote and she was a tired, limping bunny. It was not magnificent.
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Gillian Flynn |
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She said in the way you might wish someone good luck on the lottery.
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Gillian Flynn |
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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.
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Gillian Flynn |
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fc530cf
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No parents should see their child die, that such an event is like nature spun backward.
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Gillian Flynn |
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All the tut-tutters out there will say: She should have just left, bundled up what remained of her dignity. Take the high road! Two wrongs don't make a right! All those things that spineless women say, confusing their weakness with morality.
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Gillian Flynn |
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When we got home, she'd trail off to her room like an unfinished sentence, and I would sit outside with my face pressed against her door and replay the day in my head, searching for clues to what I'd done to displease her.
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Gillian Flynn |
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cf622ce
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He was born to be lonely, that's what he knew for certain.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Andie was a physical girl, and that's not code for 'It's all about the sex'. She was a hugger, a toucher, she was prone to running her fingers through my hair or down my back in a friendly scratch. She got reassurance and comfort from touching. And yes, fine, she also liked sex.
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Gillian Flynn |
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b94389d
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So let everyone take sides. Team Nick, Team Amy. Turn it into even more of a game: Sell some fucking T-shirts.
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Gillian Flynn |