
Viveca's clients were mostly upper-middle class and lower-upper class.Being of these classes , they're easily offended.

Most beautiful, good things were done by women people scorn.

I had no sympathy for drama queens.

this town is sometimes too much, so desperate and so in denial.

It was one of those moments where you saved me, you made me laugh at just the right time.

A town so small, you tripped over people you hated every day.

That would be our luck.

I have a face you want to punch:

Everywhere I go is the river. I'm following it or it's following me. I know, suddenly, what I must do.
Meredith

Complicated custody arrangement) furrowing his brow as we pass a Love

What does an administrative assistant do? I wondered.

I'm a huge fan of ghost stories, that sort of slow build, the suspense and the questioning about whether you're imagining something or if it's real.

Just got to keep on keeping on

I wonder what it feels like to be a woman whose Christmas present must be bought in cash. Liberating.

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

Libby must have marinated in anxious stomach acid for nine months, soaking up all that worry.

Don't be discouraged - every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.

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

Everyone has their own version of a memory,

I am not angry or sad or happy to see you. I could not give a shit. You don't even ripple.

Nothing had consequence, I was living in the moment and I could feel myself getting shallower and dumber.

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

I finally understood - nearly twenty years too late.

It's a very female thing, isn't it, to take one boys' night and snowball it into a marital infidelity that will destroy our marriage?

The waitress, a plain brunette disguised as a pretty brunette...

Mama Mo does not insist. She simply makes things a reality by assuming they are such:

I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.

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.

Ninety degrees but the heat made me feel safe, like walking under water.

Do you ever feel like bad things are going to happen, and you can't stop them? You can't do anything, you just have to wait?

There's something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

... it's a nice day's work when you make a lot of people smile.

The phrase fuck you may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it's near. Midtongue.

can feel a better version of me somewhere

I'm tired of dying.

And before he leans in, he brushes the sugar from my lips so he can taste me.

And then the strangest thought of all clattered drunkenly from the back of my brain to the front and blinded me: If I kill Amy, who will I be?

To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting.

I never knew I was capable of being ridiculous over a man. It's a relief.

I am a great husband because I am very afraid she may kill me.

The truly frightening flaw in humanity is our capacity for cruelty - we all have it.

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

Always have a backup plan to the backup plan.

she day-dreamed about dying.

The house was like something from a catalog, and there were two BMWs in the driveway and these were not people who

When a child knows that young that her mother doesn't care for her, bad things happen.

Problems always start long before you really, really see them.

Shotgun blasts in a small hallway. The panicked, jaybird cries of my mother, still trying to save her kids with half her head gone.

I might as well have said dot dot dot aloud.

Don't women think that all men are jerky twelve-year-olds at heart?" "Hey, if the heart fits.

I will find you, Amy.
Lovesick words, hateful intentions.

You have to admit you're a jerk and that everything was all your fault." "So, like, what men are supposed to do in general," I said.

He wears his cockiness like an ironic T-shirt, but it fits him better.

Everyone has a moment when life goes off the rails.

Save Gas, Fart in a Jar.

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

I spoke in a soft, soothing voice, a voice wearing a cardigan.

He'd have to work to make me comfortable here, and he doesn't want to do that. He wants to enjoy himself.

Ska," I said, swerving toward delirious laughter. "Great.

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.

Do you understand this is serious?"
"I understand you think it's serious.

It was my fifth lie to the police. I was just starting.

If he knew I was doing a year from now already, he'd run and I'd be obliged to cheer him on.)

I am absolutely, one hundred percent sincere right now- I have your back, and I won't fuck with you.

Instead, she'd let it get even more overgrown and cobwebbed. We'd always joked that it would be a good place to bury a body. It couldn't be.

Sometimes you need to get lost for a little.

serve as the Find Amy Dunne

I really wanted the book to make money, in an obsessive childish way - that feeling that if I wanted it enough, it should happen. It should happen.

Don't fret, we'll sort this out: the true and the not true and the might as well be true.

soldiers on the battlefield of consumerism, armed with vinyl-covered checkbooks and quilted handbags.

If you were chopping up hookers or eating runaways, you'd try to look normal.