This is the unforgiving light of the morning, time to drop the illusion.
Gillian FlynnSometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom.
Gillian FlynnHe was one of those guys who'd pronounce I'm a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.
Gillian FlynnTag: hugs
The Days were a clan that mighta lived long
But Ben Day’s head got screwed on wrong
That boy craved dark Satan’s power
So he killed his family in one nasty hour
Little Michelle he strangled in the night
Then chopped up Debby: a bloody sight
Mother Patty he saved for last
Blew off her head with a shotgun blast
Baby Libby somehow survived
But to live through that ain’t much a life
—SCHOOLYARD RHYME, CIRCA 1985
I've had the blues for twenty-four years.
Gillian FlynnHe Giving Treed me out of existence.
Gillian FlynnLike walking through a door. Our relationship immediately attained a sepia tone: the past.
Gillian FlynnTag: relationship
Love makes you want to be a better man—right, right. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.
Gillian FlynnTag: love
I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.
Gillian FlynnI feel myself trying to be charming, and then I realize I’m obviously trying to be charming, and then I try to be even more charming to make up for the fake charm, and then I’ve basically turned into Liza Minnelli: I’m dancing in tights and sequins, begging you to love me. There’s a bowler and jazz hands and lots of teeth.
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