“...and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine.” ThinkingLoveLifeLonelinessFineColdDrinkThoughtsLonelyEmptyOkayAverageAlcoholMediocreNot Good EnoughStuck In A RutAlone ForeverTry Too Hard Book:Gone Girl Source: Gone Girl
“We named the bar The Bar. "People will think we're ironic instead of creatively bankrupt," my sister reasoned. Yes, we thought we were being clever New Yorkers - that the name was a joke no one else would really get, like we did. Not meta-get ... But our first customer, a gray-haired woman in bifocals and a pink jogging suit, said, "I like the name. Like in Breakfast at Tiffany's and Audrey Hepburn's cat was named Cat.” LossFailureCatDrinkingAlcoholBarsVanityIronyNew BeginningsNew YorkersBarSnobsBreakfast At Tiffany SAudrey HepburnThe Recession Book:Gone Girl Source: Gone Girl
“The one plentiful herds of magazine writers would continue to be culled - by the Internet, by the recession, by the American public, who would rather watch TV or play video games or electronically inform friends that, like, 'rain sucks!' But there's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.” ChangeTechnologyDrinkingAlcoholSarcasmNew AgeChangesThe PastAmericansElectronicsTvThe FutureBourbonVideo GamesBarRecessionThe InternetElectronic RevolutionElectronic BooksThe PublicThe RecessionA DrinkElectronic Software Book:Gone Girl Source: Gone Girl
“Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I drank more and continued my mantra. 'Stop thinking', swig, 'empty your head', swig, 'now, seriously empty your head'.” ThinkingSleepIgnoranceThoughtsCatLonelyDrinkingAlcoholAloneInsomniaCatsSleepingMantraSelf AssuranceAlcoholicThe MindThinking ProcessIgnoringTalking To YourselfVoices Inside Your HeadMurphy S LawPlaying Hard To GetStop ThinkingBingingEmpty Your Head Book:Gone Girl Source: Gone Girl
“It was that summer, too, that I began the cutting, and was almost as devoted to it as my newfound loveliness. I adored tending to myself, wiping a shallow red pool of my blood away with a damp washcloth to magically reveal, just above my naval: queasy. Applying alcohol with dabs of a cottonball, wispy shreds sticking to the bloody lines of: perky. I had a dirty streak my senior year, which I later rectified.” YearsLinesCuttingBloodSummerRedAlcoholDirtyInjuryPoolDevotedBloodySeniorShallowStreaksLovelinessDampNavalSelf InjurySenior YearDabsPerky Book:Sharp Objects: A Novel Source: Sharp Objects: A Novel
