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.

Look, are you just fiddling around with me or what?" "I just want you to feel you're doing well. I hate for people o die embarrassed.

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.

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

The Queen's Pride was his ship, and he loved her. (That was the way his sentences always went: It is raining today and I love you. My cold is better and I love you. Say hello to Horse and I love you. Like that.)

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.

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.