People 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 Flynn Copy Share Image
“Libby wasn't a big talker - Michelle and Debby seemed to hog all her words. She made pronouncements: I like ponies. I hate spaghetti. I hate you. Like her mother, she had no poker face. No poker mood. It 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
