One Way An Author Dies A Little

My Westley Will Come For Me.

You Are Wonderful, Father.""i'm More Than Wonderful, How Dare You Insult Me.

I Suppose I Was Dying Again, So I Asked The Lord Of Permanent Affection For The Strength To Live The Day. Clearly, The Answer Came In The Affirmative." "i Didn't Know There Was Such A Fellow," Buttercup Said. "neither Did I, In Truth, But If He Didn't Exist, I Didn't Much Want To Either.

Cynics Are Simply Thwarted Romantics.

Duhhhhhhh, Tanks, Buttercup.