“Yes, I am finally a match for Amy. The other morning I woke up next to her, and I studied the back of her skull. I tried to read her thoughts. For once I didn’t feel like I was staring into the sun. I’m rising to my wife’s level of madness. Because I can feel her changing me again: I was a callow boy, and then a man, good and bad. Now at last I’m the hero. I am the one to root for in the never-ending war story of our marriage. It’s a story I can live with. Hell, at this point, I can’t imagine my story without Amy. She is my forever antagonist.
We are one long frightening climax.”
When someone asks you what the greatest thing about the 21st century is, you tell them about The National’s covers of Bob’s Burgers Thanksgiving songs.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
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I’m often confused by the arguments of so-called feminists — like the preposterous accusations by some that your writing is misogynistic.
Because my characters aren’t likable, I hate women? To me, it says something a little concerning that a female character can be dark, but only if people are watching them having pain inflicted on them. — Gillian Flynn