You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance," Domingo said.

Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.

You have a dizzying intellect.

Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.

One of the easiest things in the world is not to write... If it were easy, everyone would do it.

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

Look. (Grown-ups skip this paragraph) I'm not about to tell you this book has a tragic ending. I already said in the very first line how it was my favorite in all the world. But there's a lot of bad stuff coming.