Buttercup could picture Westley rounding the final corner. There were four guards outside waiting. At ten seconds per guard, she began figuring, but then stopped, because numbers had always been her e...
You miserable vomitous mass,
Live your life its pain its pleasure leave no path untaken
He didn’t forget this either. He just didn’t remember it in time. . . .
Your father is dying.Drat! said the Prince, That means I shall have to get married.
You had to admire a guy who called his own new book a classic before it was published and anyone else had a chance to read it.
Well, you haven’t once said you loved me.’‘That’s all you need? Easy. 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.
This was not before doctors, but in Turkey they hadn't gotten around to claiming the bone business yet; milkmen still were in charge of bones, the logic being that since milk was so good for bones, wh...
The only actual change that had come over him in the past years was that, for some reason, his impediment had gotten worse. Mawidge, he said. Vewy old.
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...
That's all you need? Easy. I love you.Okay? Want it louder?I love you. Spell it out schould I l-o-v-e y-o-u. Want it backwards You love I.
So you think this is a trap then? the Count said. I think everything is a trap. which is why I am still alive. said the prince
No. Not yet. A craftsman only. But I dream to be an artist. I pray that someday, if I work with enough care, if I am very very lucky, I will make a weapon that is a work of art. Call me an artist then...
I have loved you for several hours now,
I don't know that you'll understand this, but once upon a time, long ago, I was a scholar and a marathon man, but that fella's gone now, dead I suppose, but I remember something he thought, which was...
I could give you my word as a Spaniard, Inigo said.No good, the man in black replied. I've known too many Spaniards.
I could feel almost my heart emptying into my pillow. Iguess 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...
Hello there, Inigo hollered when he could wait no more.The man in black glanced up and grunted.I've been watching you.The man in black nodded.Slow going, Inigo said.Look, I don't mean to be rude, the...
Fool! cried the hunchback. You fell victim to one of the classic blunders. The most famous is 'Never get involved in a land war in Asia,' but only slightly less well known is this: 'Never go in agains...
Estaba abrumado, sitiado, asediado. Derrotado. Por el hombre de negro.