“Writers (my kind of writers: aspiring novelists, ruminative thinkers, people whose brains don't work quick enough to blog or link or tweet, basically old, stubborn blowhards) were through. We were like women's hat makers or buggy-whip manufacturers: Our time was… — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
“Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world sweetest cancer.” — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
The midwest is great because it hasn't been entirely claimed. There's more room to write about it; it's harder to write about New York,… — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
“My thank-yous always come out rather labored. I often don't give them at all. People do what they're supposed to do and then wait… — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold. — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
“The Victorians, especially southern Victorians, needed a lot of room to stray away from each other, to duck tuberculosis and flu, to avoid rapacious… — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
What a generous thing that is, I realize, for a husband to try to make his wife laugh. — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
I am a great believer in jobs for teens. They teach important life lessons, build character, and inflict just the right amount of humiliation… — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
“you'd literally lie, cheat, and steal -hell, kill- to convince people you are a good guy” — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
My imagination is more tweaked by imagining the lives of the people who were there before us. I don't need to give myself the… — Gillian Flynn Copy Share Image
