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.
Hace una hora, creí que te amaba más de lo que ninguna mujer ha amado nunca a unhombre, pero media hora más tarde, supe que lo que había sentido entonces no eranada comparado con lo que sentí después....
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.
Do you love me, Westley? Is that it? He couldn’t believe it. Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. If
Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches! If your love were-I don't understand that first one yet, Buttercup interrupted. She was starting to get v...
And what have I done? What? WHAT?...You've stolen them. With that, Cornelia fled, but Buttercup understood; she knew who them was. The boys. The beef-witted featherbrained rattledskulled clodpated dim...
I know something you do not know. I am not left-handed either.
Don’t come out all that well a lot of the time, but that can’t be helped.
Wide brimmed and narrow, some tall, some not, some fancy, some colorful, some plaid, some plain. She doted on changing hats at every opportunity. When she met the Prince, she was wearing one hat, when...
Westley: This is true love — you think this happens every day?
Westley closed his eyes. There was pain coming and he had to be ready for it. He had to prepare his brain, he had to get his mind controlled and safe from their efforts, so that they could not break h...
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...
The Prince found Buttercup waiting unhappily outside his chamber doors.It's my letter,' she began. 'I cannot make it right.'Come in, come in,' the Prince said gently. 'Maybe we can help you.' She sat...
No one could be following us yet? the Spaniard asked. No one, the Sicilian assured him. It would be inconceivable. Absolutely inconceivable? Absolutely, totally, and, in all other ways, inconceivable,...
My heart was now a secret garden and the walls were very high.
It was all part of growing up. You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over...
In the kitchen, Chub clung to the wall, made no sound whatsoever, but his mouth opened and closed, opened and closed, as he told himself, kept telling himself, that life was material, everything was m...
I am as devoted to adventure now as then, and that’s never going to stop.