The Novels of Gillian Flynn Quotes

“The children in the woods play wild, secret games.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women get consumed. Not surprising, considering the sheer amount of traffic a woman’s body experiences. Tampons and speculums. Cocks, fingers, vibrators and more, between the legs, from behind, in the mouth. Men love to put things inside women, don’t they? Cucumbers and bananas and bottles, a string of pearls, a Magic Marker, a fist. Once a guy wanted to wedge a Walkie-Talkie inside of me. I declined.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“She called me Mille and she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I adored her.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“I’m so sick of liberal lefty men practicing sexual discrimination under the guise of protecting women against sexual discrimination.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“Sometimes when you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“I don’t know that anything would be any good anywhere, so it’s hard to gauge if this is better or worse, you know what I mean?” “Like: This place is miserable and I want to die, but I can’t think of any place I’d rather be,” I offered. He turned and stared at me, blue eyes mirroring the oval pool. “That’s exactly what I mean.” Get used to it, I thought.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“By the time my sister finally died, I was grateful in a way. It seemed to me that she’d been expelled into this world not quite formed. She was not ready for its weight. People whispered comfort about Marian being called back to heaven, but my mother would not be distracted from her grief. To this day it remains a hobby.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“I PUT ON a skirt and blouse for the meeting, feeling dwarfy, my grown-up, big-girl clothes never quite fitting. I’m barely five foot—four foot, ten inches in truth, but I round up. Sue me. I’m thirty-one, but people tend to talk to me in singsong, like they want to give me fingerpaints.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“She followed obligingly, and I kept waiting for those knicks at my heels.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“It’s probably the reason I’m a second-rate journalist. One of them, at least.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“She was the kind of person who’d read street signs aloud rather than suffer silence.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“Plus, there was Amma and her mysterious friendliness toward me. I hated to admit it, but I was becoming obsessed with the girl.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“How do they do their ham up there?” She tucked her feet under her legs and leaned in. It reminded me of high school, that serious stare, as if she were trying to memorize the combination to a safe.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“No one ever forgives me for anything,” she whimpered, her chin shaking. I wanted to tell her I did, but I didn’t. Instead I poured her another drink.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“On a nearby telephone pole flapped a grainy photocopy of an unsmiling teen, missing since October 2007. Two more blocks, and what I thought was a copy of the same poster turned out to be a new missing girl, vanished in June 2008. Both girls were unkempt, surly, which explained why they weren’t getting the Lisette Stephens treatment. I made a mental note to take a smiling, pretty photo of myself in case I ever disappeared.”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places

“I’ve always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication—a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head. The”
― Gillian Flynn, The Novels of Gillian Flynn: Sharp Objects, Dark Places