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

One way an author dies a little each day is when his books go out of print.

I am your Prince and you will marry me," Humperdinck said. Buttercup whispered, "I am your servant and I refuse." "I am you Prince and you cannot refuse." "I am your loyal servant and I just did." "Refusal means death." "Kill me then.

My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!

When I left you, you were already more beautiful than anything I dared to dream. In our years apart, my imaginings did their best to improve on your perfection. At night, your face was forever behind my eyes. And now I see that that vision who kept me company in my loneliness was a hag compared to the beauty now before me.

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

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