Hackler Flynn Quotes

The boat has become supreme isolation, chosen isolation, holding myself apart from the world, which I only dimly understand anyway. I can sit on the aft deck and never be surprised by anything again- no phone will ever ring, no one will knock that I haven't seen coming for a quarter mile. that I can go to sleep any night and wake up having broken loose- a failed knot, a line frayed, the anchor dragged- that I can drift out of sight of land makes a twisted sense, in line with my internal weather. When everything has proven tenuous one can either move toward permanence or toward impermanence. The boat's sublimely impermanent. Some mornings the fog's so thick that I exist only in a tight globe of clearing, beyond which is all foghorn and unknown. ~ Nick Flynn

Gotta love it when a plan comes together... ~ Avery Flynn

That soldiers do terrible things during wartime should not surprise us. ~ Nick Flynn

It. May. Not. Be Fair. But. It. Can. Be. Good. ~ Avery Flynn

Any man who dies with more than $10000 to his name is a failure. ~ Errol Flynn

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone. ~ Gillian Flynn

Has every oyster a different taste? ~ Errol Flynn

I smile, bigger than I'm sure I ever have before, and his lips are on mine, and if this isn't the best kind of chemistry, I don't know what is. ~ Laurie Elizabeth Flynn

He Giving Treed me out of existence. ~ Gillian Flynn

I stroked his long, appreciative back, all the way to the tip of his striped tail, and thought how frustrating it was that we can take such liberties with animals, but not with people. I wanted to stroke her head -this girl I secretly knew was called Flynn. ~ Joanne Horniman

Maybe trust is the brake I'm looking for. ~ Laurie Elizabeth Flynn

On a good day I write, all day. ~ Nick Flynn

I realized I was humming "Uncle John's Band" to myself for no good reason. ~ Gillian Flynn

She defines and eliminates problems. She's practical in an evil way. ~ Gillian Flynn

No matter what the cause, even though it be to conquer with tanks and planes and modern artillery some defenseless black population, there will be no lack of poets and preachers and essayists and philosophers to invent the necessary reasons and gild the infamy with righteousness. To this righteousness there is, of course, never an adequate reply. Thus a war to end poverty becomes an unanswerable enterprise. For who can decently be for poverty? To even debate whether the war will end poverty becomes an exhibition of ugly pragmatism and the sign of an ignoble mind. ~ John T. Flynn

My mother said she was the most popular girl in school, and I believed it. Jackie said she was the meanest, and I believed that, too. ~ Gillian Flynn

Good catch," Tanner said. "Next time do it before it comes out of your mouth. ~ Gillian Flynn

I have plenty of places to go, but no place to be. ~ Nick Flynn

...I am stuck here on earth, and every day is a chance to be less than perfect. ~ Gillian Flynn

I worry I am coming perilously close to violating both of those promises. But still. It is our third wedding anniversary and I am alone in our apartment, my face all mask-tight from tears because, well, because: Just this afternoon, I get a voice mail from Nick, and I already know it's going to be bad, I know ~ Gillian Flynn

Each of us is an impregnable fortress that can be laid waste only from within. ~ Timothy Flynn

If you teach a child to pass a test, he will learn for a day. If you teach a child to understand how he learns, he will learn for a lifetime." -- Kelly Flynn ~ Kelly Flynn

I can feel a better version of me somewhere in there - hidden behind a liver or attached to a bit of spleen ~ Gillian Flynn

Inside joke is like a symbol of friendship without having to do the work required of an actual friendship. So ~ Gillian Flynn

We're on your side, but we need the truth. The only thing that makes you look bad is you holding out on us. ~ Gillian Flynn

It was surprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were okay, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that simply wasn't so ~ Gillian Flynn

Writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness. There exists a striking association between creativity and manic depression. Why are more creative people prone to madness? They have more than average amounts of energies and abilities to see things in a fresh and original way - then because they also have depression, I think they're more in touch with human suffering. ~ Nick Flynn

For years before I became a father, I would try to spend as much time as I could with my friends who were parents and their kids. And I was really impressed. They all sort of managed to do it, and do it gracefully. ~ Nick Flynn

How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky? ~ Gillian Flynn

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. ~ Gillian Flynn

Of course it was. ~ Gillian Flynn

The Dunne kids don't perform hugs well. ~ Gillian Flynn

You'd literally lie, cheat, and steal -hell, kill- to convince people you are a good guy ~ Gillian Flynn

If he looks at me like that again Dottie will need a bucket and mop to get me back to my room. ~ Gwenn Wright

The attention one gets from being a poet isn't great. ~ Nick Flynn

Taking the politics out of setting the minimum wage provides fairness for workers and predictability for businesses. This legislation will also protect the most vulnerable workers and level the playing field for employers who play by the rules. These are the right steps to take; they will make Ontario a better place to work and run a business. ~ Kevin Flynn

She has that voraciousness about children. She swoops in on them. Even I, in public was a beloved child. She'd parade me into town, smiling and teasing me, tickling me as she spoke with people on the sidewalks. When we got home, she'd trail off to her room like an unfinished sentence, and I would sit outside with my face pressed against her door, and replay the day in my head, searching for clues to what I had done to displease her.

I have one memory that catches in me like a nasty clump of blood. Marian was dead about two years, and my mother had a cluster of friends come over for afternoon drinks. For hours, the child was cooed over, smothered with red lipstick kisses, tidied up with tissues, then lipstick smacked again. I was suppose to be reading in my room, but I sat at the top of the stairs watching.

My mother finally was handed the baby, and she cuddled it ferociously. Oh, how, wonderful it is to hold a baby again! Adora jiggled it on her knee, walked it around the rooms, whispered to it, and I looked down from above like a spiteful little god, the back of my hand placed against my face, imagining how it felt to be cheek to cheek with my mother. ~ Gillian Flynn

This morning he was stroking my hair and asking what else he could do for me, and I said: "My gosh, Nick, why are you so wonderful to me?"
He was supposed to say: YOU DESERVE IT. I LOVE YOU. But he said, "Because I feel sorry for you."
"Why?"
"Because every morning you have to wake up and be you."
I really, truly wish he hadn't said that. I keep thinking about it. I can't stop. ~ Gillian Flynn

For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men - friends, coworkers, strangers - giddy over these awful pretender women, and I'd want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who'd like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I'd want to grab the poor guy by the lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn't really love chili dogs that much - no one loves chili dogs that much! ~ Gillian Flynn

There was nothing I wanted to do more than be unconscious again, wrapped in black, gone away. I was raw. I felt swollen with potential tears, like a water balloon filled to burst. Begging for a pin prick. ~ Gillian Flynn

I'm the bitch who makes you a man. ~ Gillian Flynn

My mother would not be distracted from her grief. To this day it remains a hobby. ~ Gillian Flynn