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...

When I was your age, television was called books.

Look. (Grown-ups skip this paragraph) I’m not about to tell you this book has a tragic ending. I already said in the very first line how it was my favorite in all the world. But...

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-domed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed BOYS.

Nobody knows anything…… Not one person in the entire motion picture field knows for a certainty what’s going to work. Every time out it’s a guess and, if you’re lucky, an educated one.

Enough about my beauty,” Buttercup said. “Everybody always talks about how beautiful I am. I’ve got a mind, Westley. Talk about that.

My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!

Westley: This is true love — you think this happens every day?

Love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops.

Is this a kissing book?

Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.

Buttercup dried her tears and began to smile. She took a deep breath, heaved a sigh. It was all part of growing up. You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone....

It was only when the giant got halfway down the incline that he suddenly, happily, burst into flame and continued his trip saying, “NO SURVIVORS, NO SURVIVORS!” in a manner that could only indicate deadly...

I WANT DOMINGO MONTOYA YOU SON OF A BITCH!

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 your love...

Well, you haven’t once said you loved me.’‘That’s all you need? Easy. 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...

That’s all you need? Easy. I love you.Okay? Want it louder?I love you. Spell it out schould I l-o-v-e y-o-u. Want it backwards You love I.

Life isn’t fair, it’s just fairer than death, that’s all.

Who are you?””No one of consequence.””I must know.””Get used to disappointment.

The Countess was considerably younger than her husband. All of her clothes came from Paris (this was after Paris) and she had superb taste. (This was after taste too, but only just. And since it...

I’ve been in the revenge buisness for so long, now that it’s over I don’t know what to do with the rest of my life.

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 down in...

And when she at last came out, her eyes were dry. Her parents stared up from their silent breakfast at her. They both started to rise but she put a hand out, stopped them. ‘I...

You had to admire a guy who called his own new book a classic before it was published and anyone else had a chance to read it.

Who says life is fair, where is that written?

I am as devoted to adventure now as then, and that’s never going to stop.

Life is pain. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

The tears that kept Buttercup company the remainder of the day were not at all like those that had blinded her into the tree trunk. Those were noisy and hot; they pulsed. These were silent...

Inconceivable!””You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.

…the chapters on whaling in MOBY DICK can be omitted by all but the most punishment-loving readers.

You don’t want to be rude but you have to be careful – there are a lot of strange people out there.(Goldman attributes this quote to Cliff Robertson.)

You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.

Just because you’re beautiful and perfect, it’s made you conceited.

Sounds okay,” I said and I kind of closed my eyes.

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...

Nonsense. You’re only saying that because no one ever has.

May my hands fall from my wrists before I kill an artist like yourself,” said the man in black. “I would as soon destroy da Vinci. However”—and here he clubbed Inigo’s head with the butt...

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...

[Prince Humperdinck] was seventy-five minutes away from his first female murder, and he wondered if he could get his fingers to her throat before even the start of a scream. He had been practicing on...

I love you,’ Buttercup said. ‘I know this must come as something of a surprise to you, since all I’ve ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved...

When was the last time you read a book? The truth now. And picture books don’t count-I mean something with print in it.

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...

Cynics are simply thwarted romantics.

Hello there,” Inigo hollered when he could wait no more.The man in black glanced up and grunted.”I’ve been watching you.”The man in black nodded.”Slow going,” Inigo said.”Look, I don’t mean to be rude,” the man...

The Princess BrideS. Morgenstern’sClassic Tale of True Loveand High AdventureYou had to admire a guy who called his own new book a classic before it was published and anyone had a chance to read it.

I must be overtired’, Buttercup managed. ‘The excitement and all.”Rest then’, her mother cautioned. ‘Terrible things can happen when you’re overtired. I was overtired the night your father proposed.

Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.

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 forever...

Love is many things, none of them logical.