You always know what to do, you always know exactly what to do, you always do exactly what's right for you, and the rest of the world can go hang..
Tienes una soberbia imaginación, Billy.No sé qué le contesté. Probablemente gracias o algo por el estilo.-Aunque no logro sacarle partido -prosiguió-. ¿Por qué será?-Creo que a lo mejor es porque nece...
While he was watching the ships, Buttercup shoved him with all her strength remaining. Down went the man in black. You can die too for all I care, she said, and then she turned away.Words followed her...
There is no room in my body for anything but you.
The sun was rising behind her now; she could feel the heat on her back, and it gave her courage.
The old man nodded. Now I can die. She glanced at him. Don’t. Her tone was surprisingly tender, and probably she sensed how important he really was to her, because when he did die, two years further o...
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, an...
Inigo looked at him. You mean you'll forgive me completely for saving your life if I completely forgive you for saving mine?You're my friend, my only one.Pathetic, that's what we are, Inigo said.Athle...
If there's ever a question about anything, you can always count on me to get it wrong.
I'm not witch. I'm your wife.
I don’t think most people realize—and there’s no reason they should—the amount of demeaning garbage you have to take if you want a career in the arts. I mean, going off to med school is something you...
I can't keep my head above water one minute to the next: it's not just the parties and the goo-gooing with what's-her-name, I've got the decide how long the Five Hundredth Anniversary Parade is going...
I can live without love. And with that she left Westley alone.
How could someone care if she were the most beautiful woman in the world or not. What difference could it have made if you were only the third most beautiful. Or the sixth.
He was the mighty Fezzik, lover of rhymes, and you did not give up, no matter what.
Groin' is a funny word, Babe said quietly. I don't know the German for it, but I'm sure you do. He began to talk more quickly then, because he could tell Szell was starting to die. Oh, maybe you didn'...
Get used to disappointment.
For there was now a wall of trees blocking any progress--and Inigo would not stop bleeding--and Westley would not start breathing--and Buttercup would not stop staring at him, her face lit with the ho...
Duhhhhhhh, tanks, Buttercup.
Chapter One. The Bride. He held up the book then. I'm reading it to you for relax. He practically shoved the book in my face. By S. Morgenstern. Great Florinese writer. The Princess Bride. He too came...