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And yet, I felt it too: the house. Not necessarily malevolent, but...mindful. I could feel it studying me, does that make sense? It crowded me. One day, I was wiping down the floorboards, and suffered a sudden, slicing pain in my middle finger - as if I'd been bitten - and when I pulled it away, I was bleeding. I wrapped my finger tightly in one of my spare rags and watched the blood seep through. And I felt like something in the house was ..
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Kansas City, Missouri, not Kansas City, Kansas. There's a difference.
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If you remove the bloody floorboards and water-stained tiles; if you destroy the beams that held Robert Carterhook's body, and you tear down the walls that absorbed the screams, do you take down the house? Can it be haunted if the actual guts - its internal organs - have been removed? Or does the nastiness linger in the air?
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Gillian Flynn |
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We were the first human beings who would never see anything for the first time. We stare at the wonders of the world, dull-eyed, underwhelmed. Mona Lisa, the Pyramids, the Empire State Building. Jungle animals on attack, ancient icebergs collapsing, volcanoes erupting. I can't recall a single amazing thing I have seen firsthand that I didn't immediately reference to a movie or TV show. A fucking commercial. You know the awful singsong of th..
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in the late '90s, the last gasp of the glory days, although no one knew it then. New York was packed with writers, real writers, because there were magazines, real magazines, loads of them. This was back when the Internet was still some exotic pet kept in the corner of the publishing world--throw some kibble at it, watch it dance on its little leash, oh quite cute, it definitely won't kill us in the night.
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Gillian Flynn |
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He teased things out in me that I didn't know existed: a lightness, a humor, an ease. It was as if he hollowed me out and filled me with feathers.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I started on the opening page of my own book. 'I am a cheating, weak-spined, women-fearing coward, and i am the hero of your story. Because the woman I cheated on - my wife, Amy Elliott Dunne - is a sociopath and a murderer.' Yes. I'd read that.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I suppose these questions stormcloud over every marriage: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?
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now her stomach knotted as she remembered the Free-Lunch kids and her patronizing smiles toward them as they presented their dog-eared cards, and the steamy cafeteria ladies would call it out: Free Lunch! And the boy next to her, buzz-haired and confident, would whisper inanely: There's no such thing as a free lunch. And she'd feel sorry for the kids, but not in a way that made her want to help, just in a way that made her not want to look ..
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Gillian Flynn |
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Throwing things near her but not exactly at her. I'm sure he told himself: I never hit her. I'm sure because of this technicality he never saw himself as an abuser. But he turned our family life into an endless road trip with bad directions and a rage-clenched driver, a vacation that never got a chance to be fun. Don't make me turn this car around. Please, really, turn it around.
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Dad phoned to wish us happy anniversary, and I picked up the phone and I was going to play it cool, but then I started crying when I started talking--I was doing the awful chick talk-cry: mwaha-waah-gwwahh-and-waaa-wa--so I had to tell him what happened, and he told me I should open a bottle of wine and wallow in it for a bit. Dad is always a proponent of a good indulgent sulk. Still, Nick will be angry that I told Rand, and of course Rand ..
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I go on dates with men who are nice and good-looking and smart - perfect-on-paper men who make me feel like I'm in a foreign land, trying to explain myself, trying to make myself known. Because isn't that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn't that the simple magic phrase? So you suffer through the night with the perfect-on-paper man - the stutter of jokes misunderstood..
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Gillian Flynn |
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I mean 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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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 me. He killed my soul, which should be a crime. Actually, it is a crime.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Now, I like a writer party, I like writers, I am the child of writers, I am a writer. I still love scribbling that word--WRITER--anytime
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Gillian Flynn |
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It's probably why I was so hateful to her, she kept me from what I wanted the most.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Curry was wrong: Being an insider here was more distracting than useful.
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Gillian Flynn |
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It seemed like a joke, how much all these dudes looked alike, like living was so hard it just erased your features, rubbed out anything distinctive.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I've thought about you a lot over these years, been wondering about you. That's what you do in here ... think and wonder. Every once in a while someone'll write me about you. But it's not the same.
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I hope you're feeling better about yourself too, Camille. That's an important thing, liking oneself. A good attitude infects just as easily as a bad one." "Enjoy the horses." "I always do."
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Gillian Flynn |
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Four Herefords stood nearby, unmoving in the snow, finding the humans unworrying. Limited imaginations. Diondra
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streaking out
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Gillian Flynn |
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I remember watching a very sensible love expert on TV once. The advice: "Don't be discouraged--every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one." That's how I felt about this miserable quest: every person I talked to would let me down until I found the one person who could help me figure out that night. Lyle"
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Gillian Flynn |
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Against the far wall was a wire cage holding a pack of unblinking bunnies. World's dumbest pet, I thought. Who would want an animal that sat, quivered, and shat everywhere? They say you can litter-box train them, but they lie.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Jeez, wait, don't get bent out of shape." But I was born bent out of shape. I could picture myself coming out of the womb crooked and wrong. 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. I"
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Gillian Flynn |
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Un oras atat de sufocant si de mic, incat zilnic te impiedicai de oameni pe care ii urai.
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Gillian Flynn |
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Either way felt weird. Either way would lead to jokes. Trey was the kind of guy that would look for something just slightly but truly wrong about you that you didn't even notice and point it out to the whole room.
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Gillian Flynn |
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January was the season for house robberies and violence. Christmas was over, and the new year just reminded you of how little your life had changed, and man, people got angry in January. So
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Gillian Flynn |
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The Victorians, especially southern Victorians, needed a lot of room to stray away from each other, to duck tuberculosis and flu, to avoid rapacious lust, to wall themselves away from sticky emotions. Extra space is always good.
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Gillian Flynn |
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But even as he was thinking this, he knew he'd have to aim smaller. That's what he learned from his life so far: always aim smaller.
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Gillian Flynn |
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There is such a thing as a pretty trailer park, you know. Diane
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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." Feeling" --
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Gillian Flynn |
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Given my druthers now, I'd prefer a snapshot of Warren Harding's wife, "the Duchess," who recorded the smallest offenses in a little red notebook and avenged herself accordingly. Today I like my first ladies with a little bite. I"
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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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I put on a skirt and blouse for the meeting, feeling dwarfy, my grown up, big-girl clothes never quite fitting. I'm barely five foot -- four foot, ten inches in truth, but I round up. Sue me. I'm thirty-one, but people tend to talk to me in singsong, like they want to give me fingerpaints.
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Gillian Flynn |
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But I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.
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Gillian Flynn |
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The Dunne kids don't perform hugs well.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I'm here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I'm panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I'm here. I don't usually feel that I am. I feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and I'd be disappeared forever, not even a sliver of fingernail left behind. On some days, I find this thought calming; on others it chills me. My
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Gillian Flynn |
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How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky? Anything could happen.
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Gillian Flynn |
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I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way. I
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Gillian Flynn |
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Shirtsleeve weather, jacket weather, overcoat weather, parka weather--the Year in Outerwear. For
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Gillian Flynn |
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Sometimes it is all too loud. T
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Gillian Flynn |
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I opened the door. Nonononono.
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Gillian Flynn |
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That's what I did, though--I had angry, defensive conversations in my head, got mad at things that hadn't even happened yet. Yet. I
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Gillian Flynn |