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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 2bd8b1b | Feeling sad means having too much time on your hands, usually. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 4c5884d | 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. | patience | Gillian Flynn | |
| 1141894 | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 77aeaf9 | 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: | parents media | Gillian Flynn | |
| 59c5d0e | 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.. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 7a15a40 | 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." | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 706ca7c | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| e10e335 | Today I like my first ladies with a little bite. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 8948410 | 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. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 91e72ff | 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!" | Gillian Flynn | ||
| a5a9eea | I could feel my limbs disconnecting, floating nearby like driftwood on an oily lake. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 102309d | Bear gifts if you can't bear anything else. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 76bc2ee | I might as well have said dot dot dot aloud. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| b47e4d7 | 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." | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 7cff207 | It's impossible to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 674a559 | Our society was utterly, ruinously derivative (although the word derivative as a criticism is itself derivative). 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 .. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 60c865e | Get all that bad stuff out, sweetheart. Don't stop till it's all out. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| a37ff6a | I finally understood--nearly twenty years too late. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| a67dfbb | I'm a self-didact. (Not a dirty word, look it up.) I read constantly. I think. But I lack formal education. So I'm left with the feeling that I'm smarter than everyone around me but that if I ever got around really smart people--people who went to universities and drank wine and spoke Latin--that they'd be bored as hell by me. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 724cb95 | Birini gercekten sevmekle onu sevme fikrini sevmek arasinda cok buyuk fark vardir. | türkçe | Gillian Flynn | |
| 5ec6db5 | I woke up on my sister's couch with a raging hangover and an urge to kill my wife. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 60bb6a5 | Lyle Wirth looked like a serial killer. Which meant he probably wasn't one. If you were chopping up hookers or eating runaways, you'd try to look normal. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 83f8ca7 | She has that voraciousness about children. She swoops in on them. Even I, in public was a beloved child. She'd parade me into town, smiling and teasing me, tickling me as she spoke with people on the sidewalks. 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 had done to displease her. I have .. | jealousy loneliness dysfunctional-mother human-accessory childhood-memory child mother | Gillian Flynn | |
| 65459a5 | Before we start, you have to understand one very key thing about Amy: She is fucking brilliant. Her brain is so busy, it never works on just one level. She's like this endless archaeological dig: You think you've reached the final layer, and then you bring down your pick one more time, and you break through to a whole new mine shaft beneath. With a maze of tunnels and bottomless pits. | Gillian Flynn | ||
| 50106bf | Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed. | omens grief-and-loss survivors | Joan Didion | |
| b3c6766 | Her choices, all. Sentimental choices, things she remembered. I remembered them too. | Joan Didion | ||
| b014b57 | There could be no snakes in Quintana Roo's garden. Only later did I see that I had been raising her as a doll. | Joan Didion | ||
| 9128fe0 | The fancy that extraterrestrial life is by definition of a higher order than our own is one that soothes all children, and many writers. | Joan Didion | ||
| 490d108 | Privilege" is something else. "Privilege" is a judgment. "Privilege" is an opinion. "Privilege" is an accusation." | privilege opinion judgment | Joan Didion | |
| dde5d80 | The last time I was in New York was in a cold January, and everyone was ill and tired. Many of the people I used to know there had moved to Dallas or had gone on Antabuse or had bought a farm in New Hampshire. We stayed ten days, and then we took an afternoon flight back to Los Angeles, and on the way home from the airport that night I could see the moon on the Pacific and smell jasmine all around and we both knew that there was no longer a.. | Joan Didion | ||
| 188b684 | It was the United States of America in the cold late spring of 1967, and the market was steady and the G.N.P. high and a great many articulate people seemed to have a sense of high social purpose and it might have been a spring of brave hopes and national promise, but it was not, and more and more people had the uneasy apprehension that it was not. | g-n-p united-states-of-america brave social spring purpose | Joan Didion | |
| 72b99a0 | And once it comes, now that I am wise in its ways, I no longer fight it. I lie down and let it happen. At first every small apprehension is magnified, every anxiety a pounding terror. Then the pain comes, and I concentrate only on that. Right there is the usefulness of migraine, there in that imposed toga, the concentration on the pain. For when the pain recedes, ten or twelve hours later, everything goes with it, all the hidden resentments.. | Joan Didion | ||
| 3935bb0 | One thing in my defense, not that it matters: I know something Carter never knew, or Helene, or maybe you. I know what "nothing" means, and keep on playing. Why, BZ would say. Why not, I say." | Joan Didion | ||
| 27b788f | Tell me," a rabbi asked Daniel Bell when he said, as a child, that he did not believe in God. "Do you think God cares?")" | Joan Didion | ||
| 49af150 | Carter and Helene still ask questions. I used to ask questions, and I got the answer: nothing. The answer is "nothing." | play-it-as-it-lays joan-didion nothing questions | Joan Didion | |
| b7b2c0f | unaccustomed to the ambushes of family life, and perhaps it is just as well that I can offer her little of that life. I would like to give her more. I would like to promise her that she will grow up with a sense of her cousins and of rivers and of her great-grandmother's teacups, would like to pledge her a picnic on a river with fried chicken and her hair uncombed, would like to give her home for her birthday, but we live differently now an.. | Joan Didion | ||
| fce3943 | Some men (fewer women) are solitary, unattached to any particular place or institution, most comfortable not exactly alone but in the presence of strangers. | Joan Didion | ||
| 80a2cdf | Always when I play back my father's voice," Maria says, "it is with a professional rasp, it goes as it lays, don't do it the hard way. My father advised me that life itself was a crap game: it was one of two lessons I learned as a child. The other was that overturning a rock was apt to reveal a rattlesnake. As lessons go those two seem to hold up, but not to apply." | Joan Didion | ||
| 18d76cc | I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, fo.. | Joan Didion | ||
| dea1ecc | Perhaps most strikingly of all, it was clear in 1988 that those inside the process had congealed into a permanent political class, the defining characteristic of which was its readiness to abandon those not inside the process. | Joan Didion | ||
| 207998c | One is standing on a highway in the middle of a vast hostile desert looking at an eighty-foot sign which blinks "stardust" or "caesar's palace." Yes, but what does that explain? This geographical implausibility reinforces the sense that what happens there has no connection with "real" life; Nevada cities like Reno and Carson are ranch towns, Western towns, places behind which there is some historical imperative. But Las Vegas seems to exist.. | Joan Didion | ||
| a04fd9d | More than anyone else in the society, these men had apparently dreamed the dream and made it work. And what they did then was to build a place which seems to illustrate, as in a child's primer, that the production ethic led step by step to unhappiness, to restrictiveness, to entrapment in the mechanics of living. | Joan Didion | ||
| 309b2f5 | We wished them happiness, we wished them health, we wished them love and luck and beautiful children. On that wedding day, July 26, 2003, we could see no reason to think that such ordinary blessings would not come their way. Do notice: We still counted happiness and health and love and luck and beautiful children as "ordinary blessings." | Joan Didion | ||
| e5701e1 | Of course the activists--not those whose thinking had become rigid, but those whose approach to revolution was imaginatively anarchic--had long ago grasped the reality which still eluded the press: we were seeing something important. We were seeing the desperate attempt of a handful of pathetically unequipped children to create a community in a social vacuum. Once we had seen these children, Ave could no longer overlook the vacuum, no longe.. | youth family language | Joan Didion |