The Duchess set about studying Annette and shortly found her adversary's tragic flaw. Chocolate.

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.

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.

He was the mighty Fezzik, lover of rhymes, and you did not give up, no matter what.

No more rhymes now I mean it!” “Anybody want a peanut?” “AAHH!

One way an author dies a little each day is when his books go out of print.

Nobody knows anything...... Not one person in the entire motion picture field knows for a certainty what's going to work. Every time out it's a guess and, if you're lucky, an educated one.