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She got rid of me because I knew she wasn’t perfect. —Gillian Flynn/Gone Girl

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Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you? —Gillian Flynn/Gone Girl

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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 … Continue reading

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I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity. Their lives are a list of shortcomings: the unappreciative boyfriend, the extra ten pounds, the dismissive boss, the conniving sister, the straying husband. I’ve always hovered above their … Continue reading

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Shirtsleeve weather, was how my mom would have described it, forever more concerned with her children’s comfort than the actual Fahrenheit. Shirtsleeve weather, jacket weather, overcoat weather, parka weather—the Year in Outerwear. —Gillian Flynn/Gone Girl

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He did apologize profusely. (Does anyone do anything profusely except apologize? Sweat, I guess.) —Gillian Flynn/Gone Girl

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She is my forever antagonist. —Gillian Flynn/Gone Girl

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All those things that spineless women say, confusing their weakness with morality. —Gillian Flynn/Gone Girl

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But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and, very soon, I slept. —Neil Gaiman/The Ocean At The End Of The Lane

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Amy made me believe I was exceptional, that I was up to her level of play. That was both our making and undoing. Because I couldn’t handle the demands of greatness. I began craving ease and average-ness, and I hated … Continue reading

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