You mean you’ll put down your rock and I’ll put down my sword and we’ll try to kill each other like civilized people, is that.
Stop saying that word. It was inconceivable that anyone could follow us, but when we looked behind, there was the man in black. It was inconceivable that anyone could sail as fast as we could sail, and yet he gained on us. Now this too is inconceivable, but look – look – ” and the Spaniard pointed down through the night. “See how he rises.
Well, why didn’t you list that among our assets in the first place?
Terrible things can happen when you’re overtired. I was overtired the night your father proposed.
What can I do to improve my personal appearance?” “Start by bathing,” her father said.
God grant you your quota of smiles.
It appears to me as if we’re doomed, then,” Buttercup said. Westley looked at her. “Doomed, madam?” “To be together. Until one of us dies.” “I’ve done that already, and I haven’t the slightest intention of ever doing it again,” Westley said. Buttercup looked at him. “Don’t we sort of have to sometime?” “Not if we promise to outlive each other, and I make that promise now.” Buttercup looked at him. “Oh my Westley, so do I.
Buttercup sat up in bed. It must be his teeth. The farm boy did have good teeth, give credit where credit was due.
Every night for the next year he always said something like that to me: ‘Thank you for everything, Westley, good night now, I’ll probably kill you in the morning.
You’re right,” the Turk agreed, staring back. “He isn’t gaining on us. He’s just getting closer, that’s all.
Back when we were on the farm, I thought I loved you, but that was not love. When I saw your face behind the mask on the ravine floor, I thought I loved you, but that was again nothing more than deep infatuation. Beloved: I think I love you now, and I pray you only give me the chance to spend my life in constant proving.
There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey.
Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.
La vie imite l’art, l’art imite la vie; parfois je suis incapable de les distinguer.
The main thing was to know the world, every twenty-five years or so, back for a couple hundred years, and if you had that info handy, always there under your belt, then you could figure out the gaps.
She does not get eaten by the sharks at this time,” my father said. I looked up at him. “What?” “You looked like you were getting too involved and bothered so I thought I would let you relax.
Give the reader what they want, just not the way they expect it.
There were stories that the King was dying, that he was already dead, that he had been dead long since, that he was fine.
It’s not important, believe me; the past has a way of being past.
I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more.