Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.

You are trying to kidnap what I have rightfully stolen, and I think it quite ungentlemanly.

You're alive!" Fezzik cried. The man in black sat immobile, like a ventriloquist's dummy, just his mouth moving. "That is perhaps the most childishly obvious remark I have ever come across.

Now what happens?" asked the man in black. "We face each other as God intended," Fezzik said. "No tricks, no weapons, skill against skill alone." "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 it?

I’ll tell you the truth and its up to you to live with it.

People don't remember me. Really. It's not a paranoid thing; I just have this habit of slipping through memories. It doesn't bother me all that much, except I guess that's a lie; it does. For some reason, I test very high on forgettability.

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