Hell, at this point, I can’t imagine my story without Amy. She is my forever antagonist. We are one long frightening climax.
Gillian FlynnIt’s humbling, to become the very thing you once mocked.
Gillian FlynnThere's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.
Gillian FlynnStichwörter: love idealizations
It really is true. It took this awful situation for us to realize it. Nick and I fit together. I am a little too much, and he is a little too little. I am a thornbush, bristling from the overattention of my parents, and he is a man of a million little fatherly stab wounds, and my thorns fit perfectly into them.
Gillian FlynnHe has a great smile, a cat's smile. He should cough out yellow Tweety Bird feathers, the way he smiles at me.
Gillian FlynnI am fat with love! Husky with ardor! Morbidly obese with devotion! A happy, busy bumblebee of marital enthusiasm. I positively hum around him, fussing and fixing. I have become a strange thing. I have become a wife. I find myself steering the ship of conversations- bulkily, unnaturally- just so I can say his name aloud. I have become a wife, I have become a bore, I have been asked to forfeit my Independent Young Feminist card. I don't care. I balance his checkbook, I trim his hair. I've gotten so retro, at one point I will probably use the word pocketbook, shuffling out the door in my swingy tweed coat, my lips red, on the way to the beauty parlor. Nothing bothers me. Everything seems like it will turn out fine, every bother transformed into an amusing story to be told over dinner. 'So I killed a hobo today, honey...hahahaha! Ah, we have fun
Gillian FlynnStichwörter: love
She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.
Gillian FlynnPeople love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.
Gillian FlynnThey 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 FlynnStichwörter: depression
Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. Three more days to get through until I don't have to worry about life anymore.
Gillian FlynnStichwörter: depression
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