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.

The first morning after Westley's departure, Buttercup thought she was entitled to do nothing more than sit around moping and feeling sorry for herself. After all, the love of her life had fled, life had no meaning, how could you face the future, et cetera, et cetera.

There is no room in my body for anything but you.

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.

Let's look on the bright side: we're having an adventure, Fezzik, and most people live and die without being as lucky as we are.

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 I.

I write out of revenge.