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"The face up you lot give the world tells the globe how to treat you."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"Sometimes I call back illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. I have known so many sick women all my life. Women with chronic pain, with e'er-gestating diseases. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they take backaches, they have a surgery or ii, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women become consumed."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"A child weaned on poison considers damage a condolement."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"Sometimes if you let people do things to you, yous're really doing it to them."
― Gillian Flynn, Abrupt Objects
"I just think some women aren't made to exist mothers. And some women aren't made to be daughters."
― Gillian Flynn, Abrupt Objects
"Issues ever offset long before you lot really, really see them."
― Gillian Flynn, Precipitous Objects
"They always telephone call low the dejection, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"I ached once, hard, similar a menses typed at the finish of a judgement."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"It's incommunicable to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"There was zero I wanted to exercise more than be unconscious again, wrapped in black, gone away. I was raw. I felt bloated with potential tears, similar a water balloon filled to flare-up. Begging for a pin prick."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"Every time people said I was pretty, I idea of everything ugly swarming beneath my apparel."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"I've always been fractional to the paradigm of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the precipitous thoughts in your head."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"This is the unforgiving low-cal of the morning, time to drop the illusion."
― Gillian Flynn, Precipitous Objects
"I am a cutter, you see. Also a snipper, a slicer, a carver, a jabber. I am a very special example. I have a purpose. My skin, you run across, screams. Information technology's covered with words - cook, cupcake, kitty, curls - every bit if a knife-wielding first-grader learned to write on my flesh. I sometimes, just only sometimes, laugh. Getting out of the bath and seeing, out of the corner of my heart, downwardly the side of a leg: babydoll. Pull on a sweater and, in a flash of my wrist: harmful. Why these words? Thousands of hours of therapy accept yielded a few ideas from the skillful doctors. They are often feminine, in a Dick and Jane, pink vs. puppy dog tails sort of way. Or they're apartment-out negative. Number of synonyms for broken-hearted carved in my peel: eleven. The one matter I know for certain is that at the time, information technology was crucial to meet these messages on me, and not just see them, but feel them. Burning on my left hip: petticoat.
And near it, my offset word, slashed on an broken-hearted summer day at age xiii: wicked. I woke upwards that morning, hot and bored, worried well-nigh the hours alee. How do you keep condom when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky? Annihilation could happen. I recall feeling that give-and-take, heavy and slightly sticky across my pubic bone. My mother'due south steak knife. Cut like a kid along red imaginary lines. Cleaning myself. Earthworks in deeper. Cleaning myself. Pouring bleach over the knife and sneaking through the kitchen to return it. Wicked. Relief. The residuum of the solar day, I spent ministering to my wound. Dig into the curves of W with an booze-soaked Q-tip. Pet my cheek until the sting went away. Balm. Bandage. Repeat."
― Gillian Flynn, Precipitous Objects
"People got such a charge from seeing their names in print. Proof of being. I could picture show a squabble of ghosts ripping through piles of newspapers. Pointing at a name on the page. See, there I am. I told you I lived. I told you lot I was."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"Women get consumed. Not surprising, because the sheer amount of traffic a adult female'due south trunk experiences. Tampons and speculums. Cocks, fingers, vibrators and more, between the legs, from behind, in the rima oris."
― Gillian Flynn, Precipitous Objects
"A boondocks so suffocating and minor, you tripped over people yous hated every twenty-four hours. People who knew things nigh you. It's the kind of place that leaves a marker."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"Sometimes I recollect I won't ever feel safety until I can count my final days on one hand."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"To refuse has then many more consequences than submitting."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"See, there I am. I told yous I lived. I told yous I was."
― Gillian Flynn, Abrupt Objects
"I've always believed clear-eyed sobriety was for the harder hearted."
― Gillian Flynn, Abrupt Objects
"Ah, well, existence conflicted means y'all tin live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person."
― Gillian Flynn, Precipitous Objects
"How do you keep safe when your whole day is as broad and empty as the sky?"
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"I'one thousand hither, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I'm panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I'1000 here. I don't usually experience that I am. I feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and I'd be disappeared forever, not fifty-fifty a sliver of fingernail left behind. On some days, I detect this thought calming; on others it chills me."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"Sometimes I think I won't always feel condom until I can count my last days on one hand. 3 more days to get through until I don't have to worry nigh life anymore."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
"Sometimes if yous permit people practice things to you lot, you're actually doing information technology to them," Amma said, pulling another Accident Popular from her pocket. Cherry. "Know what I hateful? If someone wants to do fucked-up things to you, and you lot let them, yous're making them more fucked upwardly. Then you have the control. Every bit long every bit you don't go crazy."
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
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