Sharp Objects Quotes

“He thought I’d be his best reporter, said I had a surprising mind. In my two years on the job I’d consistently fallen short of expectations.”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

“I have a special fondness for Calhoon. Sometimes it is all too loud.”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

“What’s wrong with my mother?” “What’s wrong with you? You’re a cutter?”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

“Let’s begin slowly. First, who did each of the girls bite?” “I can’t say.” “Goddam it, Camille, I’m not fucking around. Tell me.”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

“mother, and this more than anything about her turns my stomach. She worries over people she’s never met who have a spell of bad chance. She cries over news from across the globe. It’s all too much for her, the cruelty of human beings.”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

“She looked like a plastic baby doll,”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

“Very rarely did Alan and I talk outside of my mother's presence. As a child, I'd once bumped into him in the hallway, and he'd bent down stiffly, to my eye level, and said, "Hello, I hope you're well." We'd been living in the same house for more than five years, and that's all he could come up with. "Yes, thank you," was all I could give in return.”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

“Now it was just me, feeling sticky and stupid. I couldn't decide if i'd been mistreated. By Richard, by those boys who took my virginity, by anyone. I was never really on my side in any argument. I liked the Old Testament spitefulness of the phrase "got what she deserved". Sometimes women do.”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

“Tell me who you think did it", i said. He looked shocked. Was he expecting "i love you"?”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

“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: an orange Day-Glo rubber ball I got from a gumball machine when I was ten; a pair of violet wool stockings I wore when I was twelve; a cheap gold-tinted ring a boy bought me when I was a freshman. With each object, relief that it was no longer lost.”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects