Amy Dunne Quotes

It's humbling to become the very thing you once mocked.

Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you?

I changed my name for that piece of shit. Historical records have been altered—Amy Elliott to Amy Dunne—like it’s nothing. No, he does not get to win.

Amy Elliot Dunne is like a yeti - coveted and folkloric - ...

Hell, at this point, I can't imagine my story without Amy. She is my forever antagonist. We are one long frightening climax.

serve as the Find Amy Dunne

I started on the opening page of my own book. 'I am a cheating, weak-spined, women-fearing coward, and i am the hero of your story. Because the woman I cheated on - my wife, Amy Elliott Dunne - is a sociopath and a murderer.' Yes. I'd read that.

No. I couldn't allow that. No. Never. Never. He doesn't get to do this to me and still fucking win. I changed my name for that piece of shit. Historical records have been altered -- Amy Elliott to Amy Dunne -- like it's nothing. No, he does not get to win. So I began to think of a different story, a better story, that would destroy Nick for doing this to me. A story that would restore my perfection. It would make me the hero, flawless, and adored. Because everyone loves the dead girl.

The kid looked at me as if I’d just told a joke about his mother. ‘I don’t know, Mr Dunne, I’m sure they’re getting the details right now. The point is, your wife is safe.’ Hurray. Kid stole my line. I spotted Rand and Marybeth through the doorway of the room where we’d given our first press conference six weeks ago. They were leaning in to each other, as always, Rand kissing the top of Marybeth’s head, Marybeth nuzzling him back, and I felt such a keen sense of outrage that I almost threw a stapler at them. You two worshipful, adoring assholes created that thing down the hall and set her loose on the world. Lo, how jolly, what a perfect monster! And do they get punished? No, not a single person had come forth to question their characters; they’d experienced nothing but an outpouring of love and support, and Amy would be restored to them and everyone would love her more. My wife was an insatiable sociopath before. What would she become now? Step carefully, Nick, step very carefully.

So it had to stop. Committing to Nick, feeling safe with Nick, being happy with Nick, made me realize that there was a Real Amy in there, and she was so much better, more interesting and complicated and challenging, than Cool Amy. Nick wanted Cool Amy anyway. Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you? So that’s how the hating first began. I’ve thought about this a lot, and that’s where it started, I think.

My parents have always worried that I’d take Amy too personally — they always tell not to read too much into her, And yet I can’t fail to notice that whenever I screw something up, Amy does it right: When I finally quit violin at age twelve, Amy was revealed as a prodigy in the next book. (“Sheesh, violin can be hard work, but handwork is the only way to get better!”) When I blew off the junior championship at age sixteen to do a beach weekend with friends, Amy recommitted to the game. (“Sheesh, I know it’s fun to spend time with friends, but I’d be letting myself and everyone else down if I didn’t show up for the tournament.”) This used to drive me mad, but after I wend off to Harvard (and Amy correct those my parents’ alma mater), I decided it was all too ridiculous to think about. That my parents, two child psychologists, chose this particular public form of passive-aggressiveness toward their child was not just fucked up but also stupid and weird and kind of hilarious.

The biopsy is being transported to New York, where attorneys for Cryolabs will collect it and immediately file a claim in the name of Cryolabs Corporation with a judge in the United States Supreme Court. This will insure that Cryolabs has all legal excavation rights to that iceberg.” “So much for all mankind,” Harry said with a smirk. Amy

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

I will never forget the loneliness I knew as a child. For a period of my life I had hid behind a mask. Did not want to acknowledge any longing. Now it is a part of me, something I can share. Both the loneliness and the longing.