Gillian Flynn
Gillian Flynn
Gillian Schieber Flynnis an American author, screenwriter, comic book writer and former television critic for Entertainment Weekly. Flynn's three published novels are the thrillers Sharp Objects, Dark Places, and Gone Girl, the latter of which she adapted for the screen in the 2014 film of the same name directed by David Fincher...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 February 1971
CityKansas City, MO
CountryUnited States of America
Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.
I had no sympathy for drama queens.
I've suffered betrayal with all five senses. For over a year.
It was that summer, too, that I began the cutting, and was almost as devoted to it as my newfound loveliness. I adored tending to myself, wiping a shallow red pool of my blood away with a damp washcloth to magically reveal, just above my naval: queasy. Applying alcohol with dabs of a cottonball, wispy shreds sticking to the bloody lines of: perky. I had a dirty streak my senior year, which I later rectified.
I'd come to believe there was no food more depressing than Danish, a pastry that seemed stale upon arrival
I'm a huge fan of ghost stories, that sort of slow build, the suspense and the questioning about whether you're imagining something or if it's real.
People focus on the darker female characters in my books, but for every one of those, I can also show you an equally screwed up man that no one ever comments about, or a nicer woman that no one comments about.
Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.
My brain goes very easily into the darkness. It always has. There are people who like to see what's under the rock and people who don't, and for some reason I've always been one of those to say, 'Hey, let's flip over that rock.'
Love makes you want to be a better man. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.
Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it.
I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.
Don't be discouraged - every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.
There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.