Existence Was Really Very Simple When You

Dummy, Dummy, Go Out Now And Fill Your Tummy.

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.

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.

If All That's Going On In Your Scenes Is What's Going On In Your Scenes, Think About It A Long Time.

I Guess The Most Amazing Thing About Crying Though Is That When You're In It, You Think It'll Go On Forever But It Never Really Lasts Half What You Think. Not In Terms Of Real Time. In Terms Of Real Emotions, It's Worse Than You Think, But Not By The Clock.