Jul
17th
Tue
17th
I’d know her head anywhere.
And what’s inside it. I think of that too: her mind. Her brain, all those coils, and her thoughts shuttling through those cells like fast, frantic centipedes. Like a child, I picture her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts.
— Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn