Gone Girl: A Novel

glib.

And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate, because we don’t have genuine souls.

He’s let me see his shortcomings, and he hates me for knowing them.

apotheosis

It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.

He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days, weeks, at a time,

He promised to take care of me, and yet I feel afraid. I feel like something is going wrong, very wrong, and that it will get even worse. I don’t feel like Nick’s wife. I don’t feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if ne

I’ve always found my wife a bit dazzling, in the purest sense of the word: to lose clear vision, especially from looking at bright light. It was enough to be near her and hear her talk, it didn’t always matter what she was saying. It should have, but it didn’t.

I would have done anything to feel real again.