Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.
You have to protect your writing time. You have to protect it to the death.
Get used to disappointment.
Life is pain, highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.
Her mother was my wife," the Count roared, loudest of all. "You pathetic excuse for am money-grubbing fool, you disgrace to the face of the world." And with a shriek of disgust he turned and was gone. Guilietta was beside Inigo then, so excited. "Daddy likes you," she said.
The Duchess set about studying Annette and shortly found her adversary's tragic flaw. Chocolate.