Have fun storming the castle!
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...
A sailor? A common sailor? A common ordinary seaman bests the great Inigo Montoya with the sword? In-con-ceiv-a-ble. He must be the Dread Pirate Roberts. Otherwise it makes no sense.
A little maybe; I've been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn't listen. Every time you said, 'Farm Boy do this' you thought I was answering 'As you wish' but that's only because you were hearing...
I write out of revenge.
You were already more beautiful than anything I dared to dream. In our years apart, my imaginings did their best to improve on you perfection. At night, your face was forever behind my eyes. And now I...
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 are wonderful, Father.I'm more than wonderful, how dare you insult me.
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.
When I left you, he whispered, you were already more beautiful than anything Idared to dream. In our years apart, my imaginings did their best to improve on your perfection. At night,your face was for...
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:...
Well, why didn't you list that among our assets in the first place?
Well, I’m an abridger, so I’m entitled to a few ideas of my own. Did they make it? Was the pirate ship there? You can answer it for yourself, but, for me, I say yes it was. And yes, they got away. And...
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 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...
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...
He held up a book then. I'm going to read it to you for relax.Does it have any sports in it?Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True Love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautifule...