Sometimes I feel like,
But then I remember how much I love Classics and I’m just like,
So everybody put your best suit or dress on. Let’s make believe that we are wealthy for just this once. Lighting firecrackers out of the front lawn as thirty dialogs bleed into one.
I wish the world was flat like the old days where I could travel just by folding a map. No more airplanes or speed trains or freeways. There’d be no distance that could hold us back.
I don’t know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script. It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.
-Gillian Flynn, “Gone Girl”