✨"What are you thinking, Amy?"✨
What are you thinking? How are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?
From Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, paperback edition, page 3
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What are you thinking? How are you feeling?
What are you t h i n k i n g ? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What w i l l we do?
When I think of my wife, I always think of the back of her head. I picture cracking her lovely skull, unspooling her brain, trying to get answers. The primal questions of a marriage: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? What will we do?
When I think of my wife, I always think of her head. The shape of it, to begin with. The very first time I saw her, it was the back of the head I saw, and there was something lovely about it, the angles of it. Like a shiny, hard corn kernel or a riverbed fossil. She had what the Victorians would call a finely shaped head. You could imagine the skull quite easily.
I’d know her head anywhere.
When I think of my wife, I always think of the back of her head. I picture cracking her lovely skull, unspooling her brain, trying to get answers. The primal questions of any marriage: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other?
What are you thinking, Amy? The question I’ve asked most often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. I suppose these questions stormcloud over every marriage: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?
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Amy Dunne
“I’m so much happier now that I’m dead.”
technically, missing.
“I’m so much happier now that I’m dead. Technically missing. Soon to be presumed dead. Gone. And my lazy lying shitting oblivious husband will go to prison for my murder. Nick Dunne took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That’s murder. Let the punishment fit the crime.”
I have become game again since I died. All the things I disliked or feared, all the limits I had, they've slid off me. "I" can do pretty much anything. A ghost has that freedom.
From Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, paperback edition, page 286
I'm so much happier now that I'm dead.
Technically, missing. Soon to be presumed dead. But as shorthand, we'll say dead. It's only been a matter of hours, but I feel better already: loose joints, wavy muscles. At one point this morning, I realized my face felt strange, different. I looked in the rearview mirror - dread Carthage forty-three miles behind me, my smug husband lounging around his sticky bar and mayhem dangled on a thin pinao wire just above his shitty, oblivious head - and I reealized I was smiling. Ha! That's new.
From Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, paperback edition, page 219
You think I’d let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn’t get to win.
I could hear the tale, how everyone would love telling it: how Amazing Amy, the girl who never did wrong, let herself be dragged over for a younger woman. How predictable, how perfectly average, how amusing. And her husband? He ended up happier than ever. No. I couldn't allow that. No. Never. Never. Her doesn't get to do this to me and still fucking win. No.
From Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, paperback edition, page 234
Because sometimes, the way he looks at me, I think, man of my dreams, father of my child, this man of mine may kill me. He may truly kill me.
But I may be wrong, I may be very wrong. Because sometimes the way he looks at me? That sweet boy from the beach, man of my dreams, father of my child? I catch him looking at me with those watchful eyes, the eyes of an insect, pure calculation, and I think: This man might kill me.
From Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn, paperback edition, page 205
There's something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.
From Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn, paperback edition, page 7
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What are you thinking? How are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?
From Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, paperback edition, page 3
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l was always told love should be unconditional. That’s the rule, everyone says so. But if love has no boundaries, no limits, no conditions, why should anyone try to do the right thing ever? If I know I am loved no matter what, where is the challenge? I am supposed to love nick despite all is shortcomings, and Nick is supposed to love me despite all my quirks. But clearly, neither of us does. It makes me think everyone is very wrong, that love should have many conditions. Love should require both partners to be their very best at all times.
“He killed my soul, which should be a crime. Actually, it is a crime. According to me, at least.”
From Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn, paperback edition, page 238
Amy Dunne
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