Top 350 Gillian Flynn Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “I hadn’t necessarily wanted to be cured. But I was out of places to write, slicing myself between my toes – bad, cry – like a junkie looking for one last vein. Vanish did it for me. I’d saved the neck, such a nice prime spot, for one final good cutting. Then I turned myself in.”

— Gillian Flynn

302. “What kind of woman gets slaughtered by her own son?”

— Gillian Flynn

303. “What are you doing here?” asked the prettiest. Her flushed face had the roundness of a girl barely in her teens and her hair was parted in ribbons, but her breasts, which she aimed proudly outward, were those of a grown woman. A lucky grown woman.”

— Gillian Flynn

304. “There were a lot of people who deserved a lesson, deserved to really understand, that nothing came easy, that most things were going to go sour.”

— Gillian Flynn

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

— Gillian Flynn

306. “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.”

— Gillian Flynn

307. “People are dumb. I’ll never get over how dumb people are.”

— Gillian Flynn

308. “Third choice is a single woman who has that open look. You know it : The same woman you stop to ask for directions or the time of day, that’s the woman we ask for money.”

— Gillian Flynn

309. “Well, a little girl is more likely to trust a person who reminds her of her momma, right?” Depends on what her momma’s like, I thought.”

— Gillian Flynn

310. “I have four or five ideas that just keep floating around and I want to kind of just let one – like a beautiful butterfly, let it land somewhere.”

— Gillian Flynn

311. “If you couldn’t find something in thirty seconds, you were losing money, his father always said. Return phone calls immediately was another rule Clay had been taught to obey.”

— Gillian Flynn

312. “My mother said she was the most popular girl in school, and I believed it. Jackie said she was the meanest, and I believed that, too.”

— Gillian Flynn

313. “Bear gifts if you can’t bear anything else.”

— Gillian Flynn

314. “I was already tired of talking, and I’d said very little.”

— Gillian Flynn

315. “She was one of those middle-aged women who thought they were fooling people.”

— Gillian Flynn

316. “The man cocked his gun and Patty had time for one last thought: I wish, I wish, I wish I could take this back.”

— Gillian Flynn

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

— Gillian Flynn

318. “Patty knew that feeling, a dream hangover, like when she jumped up from a panicky sleep at 2 in the morning and tried to talk herself into thinking the farm was OK, that this year would pick up, and then felt all the sicker when she woke up to the alarm a few hours later, guilty and duped. It was suprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were OK, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that that simply wasn’t so.′ -Dark Places.”

— Gillian Flynn

319. “Normally, Richard was the kind of guy I disliked, someone born and raised plush: looks, charm, smarts, probably money. These men were never very interesting to me; they had no edges, and they were usually cowards. They instinctively fled any situation that might cause them embarrassment or awkwardness. But Richard didn’t bore me. Maybe because his grin was a little crooked. Or because he made his living dealing in ugly things.”

— Gillian Flynn

320. “All the women here walked as if they were pushing against a monstrous headwind.”

— Gillian Flynn

321. “Reporters are like vampires, Curry likes to say. They can’t come into your home without your invitation, but once they’re there, you won’t get them out till they’ve sucked you dry.”

— Gillian Flynn

322. “I stared back – cows are the few animals that really seem to see you.”

— Gillian Flynn

323. “Everywhere felt like a jail now- doors opening and closing, and me never feeling safe.”

— Gillian Flynn

324. “Sometimes my scars have a mind of their own.”

— Gillian Flynn

325. “It was a town that bred complacency through cable TV and a convenience store.”

— Gillian Flynn

326. “I simply assumed I would bundle up my New York wife with her New York interests, her New York pride, and remove her from her New York parents – leave the frantic, thrilling futureland of Manhattan behind – and transplant her to a little town on the river in Missouri, and all would be fine.”

— Gillian Flynn

327. “I wish I’d be murdered... Then I’d never have to worry again. When you die, you become perfect. I’d be like Princess Diana. Everyone loves her now.”

— Gillian Flynn

328. “It embarrassed me. Marrow-deep embarrassment, the kind that becomes part of your DNA, that changes you.”

— Gillian Flynn

329. “To me, all that urgent hopefulness was more frightening than if I’d found a pile of skulls with hair still attached.”

— Gillian Flynn

330. “Frankly, I think Adora prefers us to feel like strangers. She wants all relationships in the house to run through her.”

— Gillian Flynn

331. “I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity.”

— Gillian Flynn

332. “I’d always liked our inside jokes the best – they made me feel more connected to Amy than any amount of confessional truth-telling or passionate lovemaking or talk-till-sunrising.”

— Gillian Flynn

333. “Love is the world’s infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood. – Tony Kushner, THE ILLUSION.”

— Gillian Flynn

334. “If you were chopping up hookers or eating runaways, you’d try to look normal.”

— Gillian Flynn

335. “I was never really on my side in any argument.”

— Gillian Flynn

336. “Diane didn’t worry, that was for less hearty women.”

— Gillian Flynn

337. “She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did.”

— Gillian Flynn

338. “Please let him look. I didn’t need to hide from someone courting oblivion as ardently as I am.”

— Gillian Flynn

339. “The X had released its first wave of chemical optimism, I could feel it float up inside me like a big test balloon and splatter on the roof of my mouth, spraying good cheer. I could almost taste it, like a fizzy pink jelly.”

— Gillian Flynn

340. “Instead of asking yourself what happened, just accept that it happened. Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the Serenity Prayer.”

— Gillian Flynn

341. “January was the season for house robberies and violence. Christmas was over, and the new year just reminded you of how little your life had changed, and man, people got angry in January.”

— Gillian Flynn

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

— Gillian Flynn

343. “If things had gone according to my wife’s vision, yesterday she would have hovered near me as I read this poem, watching me expectantly, the hope emanating from her like a fever: Please get this. Please get me.”

— Gillian Flynn

344. “She chirps the last bit as if that were all to say about a book: It’s good or it’s bad. I liked it or I didn’t. No discussions of the writing, the themes, the nuances, the structure. Just good or bad.”

— Gillian Flynn

345. “Camille, non hai mai la sensazione che stia per accadere qualcosa di orribile e che tu non possa fare niente per evitarlo? La sensazione di poter solo aspettare?”

— Gillian Flynn

346. “I spent a lot of time before I actually wrote my first book going, “How do you write a book?” The answer is, you just write.”

— Gillian Flynn

347. “But you should never put a fifteen-year-old on a witness stand in a courtroom filled with a bunch of people he knows and expect a lot of tears.”

— Gillian Flynn

348. “I feel very sad about those girls,” I said, but it sounded artificial, like a beauty contestant pledging world peace. I did feel sad, but articulating it seemed cheap to me.”

— Gillian Flynn

349. “My mother breezed in, smelling like bright blue water. She looked more comfortable in the Nash house than Mrs. Nash did. It was a natural gift for Adora, making other women feel incidental.”

— Gillian Flynn

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

— Gillian Flynn