You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.

Flaws would not only bring death but, far worse, humiliation.

But when a girl gives a boy a dead squid - that had to mean something.

It’s an accepted fact that all writers are crazy, even the normal ones are weird.

Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you. Buttercup: But how can you be sure? Westley: This is true love-you think this happens every day? Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me? Buttercup: Well...you were dead. Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while. Buttercup: i will never doubt again. Westley: There will never be a need.

But just as he knew the sun was obliged to rise each morning in the east, no matter how much a western arisal might have pleased it, so he knew that Buttercup was obliged to spend her love on him. Gold was inviting, and so was royalty, but they could not match the fever in his heart, and sooner or later she would have to catch it. She had less choice than the sun.

The easiest thing to do on earth is not write…But this is life on earth, you can't have everything.