Then 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.

Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam. The dweam of wuv wapped wiffin the gweater dweam of everwasting west. Eternity is our fwiend, wemember that, and wuv wiw fowwow you fowever.

Life is pain. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something.

I'm not witch. I'm your wife.

Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.

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'm the Dread Pirate Roberts, but you can call me 'Weasley.

Inconceivable! You keep using that word! the Spaniard snapped. I don't think it means what you think it does.

Nobody knows anything...... Not one person in the entire motion picture field knows for a certainty what's going to work. Every time out it's a guess and, if you're lucky, an educated one.

Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line.

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

He was the mighty Fezzik, lover of rhymes, and you did not give up, no matter what.

A little maybe; I've been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn't listen. Every time you said, 'Farm Boy do this' you thought I was answering 'As you wish' but that's only because you were hearing wrong. 'I love you' was what it was, but you never heard, and you never heard.'

He had risked his life and now it was walking away from him, hand-in-hand with a Ruffian prince.

This was after stew. But then, so is everything. When the first man crawled out of the slime and went to make his home on land, what he had for dinner that night was stew.

That explains it. Actually, of course, it didn't explain anything, but whenever doctors are confused about something, which is really more frequently than any of us would do well to think about, they always snatch at something in the vicinity of the case and add, That explains it.

Each of God's beings, from the lowliest on up, is entitled to at least a few moments of genuine privacy.

Inigo stood still a moment, panting. Then he made a half turn in the direction of Count Rugen and executed a quick and well-formed bow. Hello, he said. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

Love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops.

I would describe her more as a knitter than a doer.

Give the reader what they want, just not the way they expect it.

Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.

Never argue with your wife about hostility when she's a certified Freudian.

Who says life is fair, where is that written?

The Serpent, to my interpretation, was pain.

There have been five great kisses since 1642 B.C...(before then couples hooked thumbs.) And the precise rating of kisses is a terribly difficult thing, often leading to great controversy.... Well, this one left them all behind.

Every night for the next year he always said something like that to me: ‘Thank you for everything, Westley, good night now, I'll probably kill you in the morning.

He held up a book then. I'm going to read it to you for relax.

Existence was really very simple when you did what you were told.

Enough about my beauty," Buttercup said. "Everybody always talks about how beautiful I am. I've got a mind, Westley. Talk about that.

Buttercup could picture Westley rounding the final corner. There were four guards outside waiting. At ten seconds per guard, she began figuring, but then stopped, because numbers had always been her enemy. She looked down at her hands. Oh, I hope he still thinks I'm pretty, she thought; those nightmares took a lot out of me.

Who can know when his world is going to change? who can tell before it happens....the doors that were slamming shut while others slid into the clear.Who can sense revelation in the wind? What happened was just this :I got hooked on the story.

You can never trust what you read.

I understand everything, he said.

The only way forward is to never look back.

There's death coming up, and you better understand this: some of the wrong people die. Be ready for it. This isn't Curious George Uses the Potty.

You're right, the Turk agreed, staring back. He isn't gaining on us. He's just getting closer, that's all.

No one could be following us yet? the Spaniard asked. No one, the Sicilian assured him. It would be inconceivable. Absolutely inconceivable? Absolutely, totally, and, in all other ways, inconceivable, the Sicilian reassured him. Why do you ask?

True love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops.

People don't remember me. Really. It's not any paranoid thing; I just have this habit of slipping through memories. It doesn't bother me all that much, except I guess that's a lie; it does. For some reason, I test very high on forgettability.

This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.

Later, years later even, sometimes I might say, "How about the duel on the cliff with Inigo and the man in black?" and my father would gruff and grumble and get the book and lick his thumb, turning pages till the mighty battle began.

The truth,' said Westley, ‘is that you would rather live with your prince than die with your love.' ‘I would rather live than die, I admit it.' ‘We are talking of love, madam.' There was a long pause. Then Buttercup said it: ‘I can live without love.' And with that she left Westley alone.

Wide brimmed and narrow, some tall, some not, some fancy, some colorful, some plaid, some plain. She doted on changing hats at every opportunity. When she met the Prince, she was wearing one hat, when he asked her for a stroll, she excused herself, shortly to return wearing another, equally flattering.

Dummy, dummy, go out now and fill your tummy.

Fool!" cried the hunchback. "You fell victim to one of the classic blunders. The most famous is 'Never get involved in a land war in Asia,' but only slightly less well known is this: 'Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line.

Sonny, don't you tell me what's worthwhile--true love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. Everybody knows that.

The chapters on whaling in MOBY DICK can be omitted by all but the most punishment-loving readers.

Stop saying that word. It was inconceivable that anyone could follow us, but when we looked behind, there was the man in black. It was inconceivable that anyone could sail as fast as we could sail, and yet he gained on us. Now this too is inconceivable, but look—look— and the Spaniard pointed down through the night. See how he rises.