636 Quotes by Gillian Flynn

I drank the rest of the sours and had dark sticky dreams. My mother had cut me open and was unpacking my organs, stacking them in a row on my bed as my flesh flapped to either side. She was sewing her initials into each of them, then tossing them back into me, along with a passel of forgotten objects:.

She called me Mille and she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I adored her.

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.

People do what they’re supposed to do and then wait for you to pile on the appreciation – they’re.

Empathetic silence is one of the most underused weapons in the world.

I’d come to find the morning depressing, to know it would come again and again.

Shotgun blasts in a small hallway. The panicked, jaybird cries of my mother, still trying to save her kids with half her head gone.

The truth is malleable; you just need to pick the right experts.

Isn’t a smile a girl’s best weapon?