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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 34c1562 | However, it must not be assumed that bullshit always and necessarily has pretentiousness as its motive. | Harry G. Frankfurt | ||
| ca15471 | The bullshitter ignores these demands altogether. He does not reject the authority of the truth, as the liar does, and oppose himself to it. He pays no attention to it at all. By virtue of this, bullshit is a greater enemy of the truth than lies are. | Harry G. Frankfurt | ||
| b0fb568 | Not a formidable presence, except in that madman way that drunks wield, that does-it-look-like-I-give-a-fuck-about-anything? | Nick Flynn | ||
| 7ee6962 | My father's on my radar, but most of the time I shut it off. | Nick Flynn | ||
| 50e47f0 | 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 .. | marriage love | Gillian Flynn | |
| 7f1c87b | Even a life raft is only supposed to get you from the sinking ship back to land, you were never intended to live in the life raft, to drift years on end, in sight of land but never close enough. | loneliness sinking-ship homeless | Nick Flynn | |
| fd091f0 | I'm riding beside my best friend, and I tell him, in the same offhand tone my mother had used, That's my grandfather's funeral, and he looks at me as if I'm insane. | Nick Flynn | ||
| c9ff935 | His impunity thrills me, I mistake it for fearlessness, though years later he will admit to being afraid all the time. | Nick Flynn | ||
| 63adbdb | When I was really drunk, I started that stupid business with the bullet in my guts again. I was the only guy at the bar with a bullet in their guts. I kept putting my hand under my jacket, on my stomach and all, to keep the blood from dripping all over the place. I didn't want anybody to know I was even wounded. I was concealing the fact that I was a wounded sonuvabitch.... | Nick Flynn | ||
| b602ef0 | Aside from these infrequent outbursts he possesses the gentle demeanor that sometimes trails the newly sober, that deep acceptance that comes with realizing how badly you'd fucked up your life. | Nick Flynn | ||
| 8717c12 | You know the way Jesus rips open his shirt to show us his heart, all flaming and thorny, | Nick Flynn | ||
| 3f3cc64 | I was not a lovable child, and I'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 0d9483e | I carry an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 68fb516 | I never worked holidays, because holiday hand jobs are sad for everyone. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 13cd736 | It was a punishing whim on my part, a nasty, selfish twist of the knife. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 763296c | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| c882dfe | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 2cf2519 | I would rather be a librarian, but I worry about the job security. Books may be temporary; dicks are forever. The | Gillian Flynn | ||
| d88bd40 | You always take the extra step that others don't, that's who you are. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 1f2b4e6 | worries were almost physical beings, leechy creatures with latchhooks for fingers, meant to be vanquished immediately. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| d20c3ad | I like rules that make sense, not rules without logic. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 650b0a2 | That's how screwed up you are, I thought. Your idea of adulthood still comes from picturebooks. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 554a7f7 | 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.. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 034c542 | 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 .. | marriage love | Gillian Flynn | |
| 92c0df9 | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 566be7e | 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.) | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 1f89e78 | 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." | Gillian Flynn | ||
| a3a9c8c | An inside joke is like a symbol of friendship without having to do the work required of an actual friendship. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 4703014 | 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." | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 05393ff | I'm not just pretty anymore, I am pretty for my age. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| bdd015e | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| f43a155 | Wouldn't it be so lovely to just forget about Nick, those awful five years, and move on? | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 13abd46 | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 7d35df0 | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 46d6590 | She's easy to like. I've never understood why that's considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 43f8675 | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| e348a44 | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 9a36e77 | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 129b6fb | Please let him look. I didn't need to hide from someone courting oblivion as ardently as I am. | scars | Gillian Flynn | |
| 813a6ce | I always feel sad for the girl that I was, | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 56aea37 | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 3090f1c | 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.. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 14adb24 | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| d311298 | Amy Elliot Dunne is like a yeti - coveted and folkloric - ... | Gillian Flynn |