Gillian Flynn

I would not be a man who borrowed from his wife. I could feel my dad twisting his lips at the very idea. Well, there are all kind of men, his most damning phrase, the second half left unsaid: and you are the wrong kind.


There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child – you grow up knowing you aren’t allowed to disappoint, you’re not even allowed to die. There isn’t a replacement toddling around; you’re it. It makes you desperate to be flawless, and it also makes you drunk with the power. In such ways are despots made.


We were born in the Seventies, back when twins were rare, a bit magical: cousins of the unicorn, siblings of the elves.

Gone girl – Gillian Flynn


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