You seem a decent fellow," Inigo said. "I hate to kill you." You seem a decent fellow," answered the man in black. "I hate to die.

I seemed busy, busy, busy, but I suppose, if pressed, I might have admitted that, for all my frenzy, I was very much alone.

Inside and out, Westley's world was ripping apart and he could do nothing but crack along with it.

Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.

Yes, I am a failed playwright. I had three shows on Broadway by the time I was 30. They all flopped, and I fled.

If all that's going on in your scenes is what's going on in your scenes, think about it a long time.

This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.