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.
I write out of revenge.
Life is pain, highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.
My Westley will come for me.
Being a screenwriter is not enough for a full creative life.
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.)