Life is pain, highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.

It's one of my biggest memories of my father reading. I had pneumonia, remember, but I was a little better now, and madly caught up in the book, and one thing you know when you're ten is that, no matter what, there's gonna be a happy ending. They can sweat all they want to scare you, the authors, but back of it all you know, you just have no doubt, that in the long run justice is going to win out.

You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance," Domingo said.

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

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

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

Chapter One. The Bride." He held up the book then. "I'm reading it to you for relax." He practically shoved the book in my face. "By S. Morgenstern. Great Florinese writer. The Princess Bride. He too came to America. S. Morgenstern. Dead now in New York. The English is his own. He spoke eight tongues." Here my father put down the book and held up all his fingers. "Eight. Once in Florin City...