There’s death coming up, and you better understand this:some of the wrong people die.Be ready for it.

The easiest thing to do on earth is not write…But this is life on earth, you can't have everything.

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.

He held up a book then. “I'm going to read it to you for relax.” “Does it have any sports in it?” “Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True Love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautifulest Ladies. Snakes. Spiders... Pain. Death. Brave men. Cowardly men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles.” “Sounds okay,” I said and I kind of closed my eyes.

There were some things you did, no matter what, and when a friend needed help, you helped them.

I know something you do not know. I am not left-handed either.

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.