When was the last time you read a book? The truth now. And picture books don’t count-I mean something with print in it.
There were some things you did, no matter what, and when a friend needed help, you helped them.
Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I LOVE YOU. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I.
In Hollywood, no one knows anything.
He was the mighty Fezzik, lover of rhymes, and you did not give up, no matter what.
It’s an accepted fact that all writers are crazy, even the normal ones are weird.
This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.
I write out of revenge.
Westley and I are joined by the bond of love and you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.
Inside and out, Westley’s world was ripping apart and he could do nothing but crack along with it.
The Duchess set about studying Annette and shortly found her adversary’s tragic flaw. Chocolate.
Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line.
The first morning after Westley’s departure, Buttercup thought she was entitled to do nothing more than sit around moping and feeling sorry for herself. After all, the love of her life had fled, life had no meaning, how could you face the future, et cetera, et cetera.
I guess the most amazing thing about crying though is that when you’re in it, you think it’ll go on forever but it never really lasts half what you think. Not in terms of real time. In terms of real emotions, it’s worse than you think, but not by the clock.
Flaws would not only bring death but, far worse, humiliation.
The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.
Duhhhhhhh, tanks, Buttercup.
I’m not witch. I’m your wife.
Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today.