My father never once told me he LOVED me. I told him I loved him only one time - that was when he was SICK. It was hard, the way he showed his love. I didn't understand what he was trying to teach me. Now I know, but it CAME too late for him to see it. After he was gone, I REALIZED he was trying to STRENGTHEN my mind to make me better.

I assumed that 'Gone Girl' would do incrementally BETTER than 'Dark PLACES,' and that would be GREAT. So the fact that it did more than that was kind of an incredibly pleasant SURPRISE.

It's not LOST on me that everyone dies, but some PEOPLE have a kind of IMMORTALITY about them, and you can't imagine that they will ever be GONE.

One GETS the impression that this is how Ernest Hemingway would have written had he GONE to Vassar.

I have gone out with younger MEN, and they're GREAT fun; they've got enthusiasm. STAMINA! But I think OLDER men are much better lovers.

When the PEOPLE you LOVE are GONE, you're ALONE.

We have essentially GONE from being communities that were policed by PEOPLE from the communities to being communities that are policed by strangers, and that's no LONGER a community: that's an area that's under siege.

For SURE, 2010 was the best year I've ever had. It couldn't have gone any better for me. Even if I just won the OLYMPIC GOLD medal, that would have made it the best year of my career and the best day of my life, period. Winning the World CUP races and the overall title just topped it off.

It's been more than a decade since I PUT that self-published novel, 'Lip Service', up on a WEBSITE. Since then, MANY HUNDREDS of authors have gone from self-published to traditionally published.

I enjoy PRIVACY. I THINK it's nice to have a little mystery. I think because of technology a LOT of the mystery is GONE in life, and I'd like to PRESERVE some of that.

Don't PART with your illusions. When they are GONE, you MAY still exist, but you have ceased to LIVE.

The appeal of perfume is that it is at once ephemeral and empowering. It CREATES a shimmering invisible armor that LINGERS in a room LONG after its wearer has gone and infuses our imagination with a subtle power, hinting at a hidden identity.