QUOTES FROM THE BOOK GONE GIRL BY GILLIAN FLYNN

 Love is the world’s infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood

I was a man of jagged risings: 8:43, 11:51, 9:26. My life was alarmless.

One of us was always angry

We had no clue that we were embarking on careers that would vanish within a decade.

Things might not be great, but things would be okay.

My sister and I have never screwed or even thought of screwing. We just really like each other.

People say children from broken homes have it hard, but the children of charmed marriages have their own particular challenges.

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?

You go home to a cold bed and think, That was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.

My stomach growled loud enough for us all to hear it, but we pretended we didn’t.

I often don’t say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and I compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you’d never guess from looking at me.

It was my fifth lie to the police. I was just starting

It’s always the husband, I thought. Everyone knows it’s always the husband, so why can’t they just say it: We suspect you because you are the husband, and it’s always the husband. Just watch Dateline.

smart can’t beat free.

Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it

I made two promises to myself when I married Nick. One: no dancing-monkey demands. Two: I would never, ever say, Sure, that’s fine by me (if you want to stay out later if you want to do a boys’ weekend if you want to do something you want to do) and then punish him for doing what I said was fine by me. I worry I am coming perilously close to violating both of those promises.

We never get to see the end

I don’t know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say

I didn’t like the phrase cloud of suspicion. I much preferred routine investigation or a mere formality

He 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.

I asked her once if she might have restless leg syndrome and Amy said, I have restless everything syndrome.

People want to believe they know other people. Parents want to believe they know their kids. Wives want to believe they know their husbands.

Hold on, I need to rest. Lift to the right. Hold on, you’re going too fast. Watch out, my fingers my fingers!

How much of a coincidence is that?’
I didn’t know what to say: none?

I noticed Stucks was wearing a T-shirt that read Save Gas, Fart in a Jar.

The whole mall was quiet; Mikey’s voice echoed, our footsteps echoed, Stucks’ drunken giggle echoed. We would not be a surprise attack, if attack was what we had in mind.

The rain spackles me gently, dampening me. I really believe Nick will come after me. I turn toward the house and see only a closed door.

My twin was a staunch believer in the easiest way. No relaxation tapes or whale noises for her; pop a pill, get unconscious.

A lot of people lacked that gift: knowing when to fuck off

Keep on keeping on

I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him. Is that wrong? I don’t even know anymore.

We’re Mondays and Thursdays,’ Rose explains.‘Oh,’ I say. How else does one reply? Oh, those are awesome plasma days!

I had been hoping – even after they caught my Houston’s dinner slipup – that they were dumb cops, cops from the movies, local rubes aiming to please, trusting the local guy: Whatever you say, buddy. I didn’t get dumb cops.

I am married to a thirty-four-year-old man who is still offended by bread crusts.

At forty, a man wears the face he’s earned

every
day is a chance to be less than perfect.

You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched
too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that
this kind of woman exists

‘I like strong women’ is code for ‘I hate strong
women.’

We just want you to be happy. Rand and Marybeth said that all the
time, but they never explained how.

He never
even knew I knew.

Because everyone loves the Dead Girl.

People who get
caught get caught because they don’t have patience; they refuse to plan.

If you can’t take care of me while I’m alive, you have made me dead
anyway.

‘And if she’s found?’ She didn’t say dead or alive.

w no one is rude to me, but no one is nice to me either.

There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child
– you grow up knowing you aren’t allowed to disappoint, you’re not even
allowed to die.

: Stay away from boys. They’ll
either throw rocks or look up your skirt.’

‘Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.

(I sometimes use humor as self-defense

I watched that clip so many times, I was in danger of
borrowing a British accent.

‘He grew up in Tennessee, he has a horse named
Custard—’
‘Custer,’ Tyler said.
‘Custer, and he’s allergic to peanuts. Not the horse but Tyler

You two worshipful, adoring assholes created that thing
down the hall and set her loose on the world.

Thats all for now. Ciao;)