“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.”

“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