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It doesn't matter, because I have found my match. It's Nick, laid-back and calm, smart and fun and uncomplicated. Untortured, happy. Nice. Big penis.
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Gillian Flynn |
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And I didn't realize. I didn't take into account. Just. You know, this is real to you. I mean, I know that, we know that, but we don't at the same time. We really just never will. I don't think. Totally get that. You spend so much time discussing and debating it becomes... But. Well. I'm sorry.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I would rather be a librarian, but I worry about the job security. Books may be temporary; dicks are forever. The
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Gillian Flynn |
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You always take the extra step that others don't, that's who you are.
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Gillian Flynn |
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worries were almost physical beings, leechy creatures with latchhooks for fingers, meant to be vanquished immediately.
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Gillian Flynn |
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d20c3ad
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I like rules that make sense, not rules without logic.
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Gillian Flynn |
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650b0a2
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That's how screwed up you are, I thought. Your idea of adulthood still comes from picturebooks.
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Gillian Flynn |
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554a7f7
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There's something disturbing about not even bothering with a name. Whenever I see news stories about children who were killed by their parents, I think: But how could it be? They cared enough to give this kid a name, they had a moment--at least one moment--when they sifted through all the possibilities and picked one specific name for their child, decided what they would call their baby. How could you kill something you cared enough to name..
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Gillian Flynn |
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Nick and I, we sometimes laugh, laugh out loud, at the horrible things women make their husbands do to prove their love. The pointless tasks, the myriad sacrifices, the endless small surrenders. We call these men the dancing monkeys. Nick will come home, sweaty and salty and beer-loose from a day at the ballpark,and I'll curl up in his lap, ask him about the game, ask him if his friend Jack had a good time, and he'll say, 'Oh, he came down ..
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love
marriage
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Gillian Flynn |
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92c0df9
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They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow. Washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.
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Gillian Flynn |
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The one thing I suspected about Jim Jeffreys was that he must be Christian, churchy--he had the patience and optimism of someone who thought Jesus was watching.)
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Gillian Flynn |
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No." I folded in on myself, ignoring my meal, projecting glumness. That was another of my mom's words: glum. It meant having the blues in a way that annoyed other people. Having the blues aggressively."
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Gillian Flynn |
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An inside joke is like a symbol of friendship without having to do the work required of an actual friendship.
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Gillian Flynn |
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4703014
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I don't know anyone's name. If one of those women died, I couldn't even say, "Poor old Mrs. Zalinsky died." I'd have to say, "That mean old bitch across the street bit it."
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Gillian Flynn |
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I'm not just pretty anymore, I am pretty for my age.
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Gillian Flynn |
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It's easy to like pregnant women-they're like ducklings or bunnies or dogs. Still, it baffles me that these self-righteous, self-enthralled waddlers get such special treatment. As if it's so hard to spread your legs and let a man ejaculate between them.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Wouldn't it be so lovely to just forget about Nick, those awful five years, and move on?
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Gillian Flynn |
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The Midwest is full of these types of people: the nice-enoughs. Nice enough but with a soul made of plastic--easy to mold, easy to wipe down.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I really wanted the book to make money, in an obsessive childish way--that feeling that if I wanted it enough, it should happen. It should happen.
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Gillian Flynn |
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She's easy to like. I've never understood why that's considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I sat in a room the color of egg yolk for two hours while the officer got my story down. The whole time I was thinking about Natalie going to autopsy, and how I would like to sneak in and put a fresh Band-Aid on her knee.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Cameras flashed. I turned away and saw spots. It was surreal. That's what people always say to describe moments that are merely unusual. I thought: You have no fucking idea what surreal is. My hangover was really warming up now, my left eye throbbing like a heart.
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Gillian Flynn |
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When I'd been sad, I hurt myself. Amma hurt other people. When I'd wanted attention, I'd submitted myself to boys: Do what you want; just like me. Amma's sexual offerings seemed a form of aggression. Long skinny legs and slim wrists and high, babied voice all aimed like a gun. Do what I want; I might like you.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Please let him look. I didn't need to hide from someone courting oblivion as ardently as I am.
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scars
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Gillian Flynn |
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813a6ce
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I always feel sad for the girl that I was,
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Gillian Flynn |
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Des, who brought me things I wanted (tulips, wine) to make me do the things wanted (love him). Nick just wanted me to be happy, that's all, very pure. Maybe I mistook that for laziness.
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Gillian Flynn |
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He turns around, and when he sees me standing there, he looks scared. That's something useful. Because I'm not going to let him go. He may think he was lying when he said all those nice things to lure me home. But I know different. I know Nick can't lie like that. I know that as he recited those words, he realized the truth. Ping! Because you can't be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow. Our kind of love can go int..
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Gillian Flynn |
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being an only child--you grow up knowing you aren't allowed to disappoint, you're not even allowed to die. There isn't a replacement toddling around; you're it. It makes you desperate to be flawless, and it also makes you drunk with the power. In such ways are despots made.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Amy Elliot Dunne is like a yeti - coveted and folkloric - ...
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Gillian Flynn |
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Feeling sad means having too much time on your hands, usually.
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Gillian Flynn |
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It never takes much for me to lose patience. The phrase 'fuck you' may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it's near. Midtongue.
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patience
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Gillian Flynn |
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Everyone has a moment where life goes off the rails. Mine was the day Marian died. The day I picked up that knife is a tight second.
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Gillian Flynn |
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The quotes were good, if overpolished. I find this common, and in direct proportion to the amount of TV a subject watches. Not long ago, I interviewed a woman whose twenty-two-year-old daughter had just been murdered by her boyfriend, and she gave me a line straight from a legal drama I happened to catch the night before:
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media
parents
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Gillian Flynn |
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Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women get consumed. Not surprising, considering the sheer amount of traffic a woman's body experiences..
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Gillian Flynn |
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Winter. No one likes winter." "It gets dark early, I like that." "Why?" Because that means the day has ended. I like checking days off a calendar--151 days crossed and nothing truly horrible has happened. 152 and the world isn't ruined. 153 and I haven't destroyed anyone. 154 and no one really hates me."
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Gillian Flynn |
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Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Today I like my first ladies with a little bite.
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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.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I mean, if I were a guy, looking to pay a girl to wank me off, I wouldn't walk in the room and say, "My God, I smell hints of fresh strudel and nutmeg... quick, grab my dick!"
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Gillian Flynn |
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I could feel my limbs disconnecting, floating nearby like driftwood on an oily lake.
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Gillian Flynn |
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102309d
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Bear gifts if you can't bear anything else.
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Gillian Flynn |
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76bc2ee
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I might as well have said dot dot dot aloud.
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Gillian Flynn |
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His fingers tugged at the towel. I held tight to it, hard as a dishrag on my breasts, and shook my head. "What's this?" he whispered into my ear. "This is the unforgiving light of morning," I whispered back. "Time to drop the illusion." "What illusion?" "That anything can be okay," I said, and kissed his cheek."
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Gillian Flynn |
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It's impossible to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying.
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Gillian Flynn |