I mean if we even had a wheelbarrow, that would be something.
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.
She was, through no real faults of her own, perfect.
You’re an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance,
This book says 'life isn't fair' and I'm telling you, one and all, you betterbelieve it. I got a fat spoiled son�he's not gonna nab Miss Rheingold. And he's always gonna be fat, evenif he gets skinny...
The Queen's Pride was his ship, and he loved her. (That was the way his sentences always went: It is raining today and I love you. My cold is better and I love you. Say hello to Horse and I love you....
Not so much wonderful as perfect, she replied. Kind of flawless. More or less magnificent. Without blemish. Rather on the ideal side. She looked at the Prince. Am I being helpful?I
I’m going to tell you something once and then whether you die is strictly up to you, Westley said, lying pleasantly on the bed. What I’m going to tell you is this: drop your sword, and if you do, then...
I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's...
Babe was candy.
You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.
Wow, brains as well as boobs.
Who can know when his world is going to change? Who can tell before it happens, that every priorexperience, all the years, were a preparation for . . . nothing.
There’s death coming up, and you better understand this: some of the wrong people die. Be ready for it. This isn’t Curious George Uses the Potty.
Not so much wonderful as perfect, she replied. Kind of flawless. More or less magnificent. Without blemish. Rather on the ideal side. She looked at the Prince. Am I being helpful? I think emotions are...
Non sto cercando di demoralizzarvi, cercate di capire. Voglio dire che penso veramente che l'amore sia la cosa più bella del mondo, dopo le pasticche per la tosse. Ma devo anche dire, per l'ennesima v...
May I please tell you something, Highness? You’re very cold— I’m not— —very cold and very young, and if you live, I think you’ll turn to hoarfrost— Why do you pick at me? I have come to terms with my...
I’ll tell you the truth and its up to you to live with it.
It’s an accepted fact that all writers are crazy; even the normal ones are weird.
Is he really so wonderful, this Westley of yours?Not so much wonderful as perfect, she replied. Kind of flawless. More or less magnificent. Without blemish. Rather on the ideal side.