Gone Girl: A Novel

And it’s so far beyond fine that you know you can never go back to fine.

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.

Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.)

Oh, here is the rest of my life. It’s finally arrived.

I’m tired of not knowing who I’ll be with, or if I’ll be with anyone.

I don’t understand the point of being together if you’re not the happiest.