You Can Never Trust What You Read.

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.

Buttercup's Mother Hesitated, Then Put Her Stew Spoon Down. (this Was After Stew, But So Is Everything. When The First Man First Clambered From The Slime And Made His First Home On Land, What He Had For Supper That First Night Was Stew.)

Enough About My Beauty," Buttercup Said. "everybody Always Talks About How Beautiful I Am. I've Got A Mind, Westley. Talk About That.

You Could Concentrate Much More Deeply When You Were Alone With Agony.

Never Go In Against A Sicilian When Death Is On The Line.