Will you draw your sword with your free hand?
Why was it worth so much of your life? Because I could not fail him again. Fail who? My father.
What's the handle, Zock?
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 writing is never what takes the most time. It’s trying to figure what you’re going to put down that fills the days. With anger at your own ineptitude, with frustration that nothing is happening in...
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...
The Count was Prince Humperdink's only confidant. His last name was Rugen, but no one needed to use it - he was the only Count in the country, the title having been bestowed by the Prince as a birthda...
Oh, Fezzik . . . Fezzik . . . What . . . ? I had such rhymes for you . . . . What rhymes? . . . Silence. The fourth coil was finished. Inigo, what rhymes? Silence. Snake breath. Inigo, I want to know...
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...
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...
I guess 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 think. Not in terms of real time. In terms of real e...
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...
For the pedant, dates are deities, worthy of worship, but for the true social historian, they are minutiae only, a shorthand, convenient reminders and no more. You do not ask a Titanic survivor, ‘Let...
Can you guess what I'm doing?Cutting my heart out.You took mine when I was ten; I want yours now. We are lovers of justice, you and I—what could be more just than that?
But this is life on earth, you can’t have everything.
Your father is dying.Drat! said the Prince, That means I shall have to get married.
You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance, Domingo said.
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
You keep using that word! the Spaniard snapped. I don’t think it means what you think it does. How
Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,--darling Westly, adored Westly, sweet perfect Westly, whisper that I have a chance to win your love. And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done:...