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

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

I say you are a coward and you are; I think you hunt only to reassure yourself that you are not what you are: the weakest thing to ever walk the Earth. He will come for me and then we will be gone, and you will be helpless for all your hunting, because Westley and I are joined by the bond of love and you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.

I’ll tell you the truth and its up to you to live with it.

Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,--darling Westly, adored Westly, sweet perfect Westly, whisper that I have a chance to win your love." And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done: she looked right into his eyes. He closed the door in her face.

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.

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