Quotes from William Goldman

Half the Armada had begun to give chase to the great ship Revenge. And the Revenge, alone, was sailing, as it had to do, away. Surrender, the Prince said. It will not happen. SURRENDER! the Prince shouted. DEATH FIRST! Westley roared.

The wrong people die, some of them, and the reason is this: life is not fair. Forget all the garbage your parents put out.

Surrender, the Prince said. It will not happen. SURRENDER! the Prince shouted. DEATH FIRST!

Morgenstern has never given them an easy shot at happiness. This time I sure hope he lets them get there.

los intelectuales no pueden ser insufribles, sino hasta después de que hayan cumplido los veinticinco años; eso está en nuestros estatutos.»

la vida no es justa. Le decimos a nuestros hijos que sí lo es, pero eso es una barbaridad. No sólo es una mentira, sino que es una mentira cruel. La vida no es justa, nunca lo ha sido y nunca lo será.

Buy the 25th anniversary version, I would have told you. It's got a long intro by yours truly where I explain a lot about the Morgenstern estate and the horrible legal problems I've had with them. That version is still out there and what you are interested in is the same thing that I am interested in—namely, at last, getting Buttercup's Baby published. I

I'm tired of the same surprise. I think I'm like most of us in that I want to believe the image. Don't tell me Clint Eastwood hates horses, I don't want to know it.

Is he really so wonderful, this Westley of yours?" "Not so much wonderful as perfect," she replied. "Kind of flawless. More or less magnificent. Without blemish. Rather on the ideal side." She looked at the Prince. "Am I being helpful?

Well, because we're together, hand in hand, in love. Oh, yes, Buttercup said. I keep forgetting that.

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

No, I don't need sleep. Failures don't need sleep. Anyway, I slept yesterday.

You're a peasant and a fool and I want my sword. You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance.

I'm not stupid, you know. Quit bragging.

La vita è dolore» disse sua madre. «Chiunque affermi il contrario cerca certamente di venderti qualcosa».

Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only, my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup.' She looked at Humperdinck. Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him? It does seem a bit forward, the Prince admitted. It doesn't leave him a great deal of room to maneuver.

He must be very desperate, or very frightened, or very stupid, or very brave. Very all four I should think.

Woman," Westley roared, "you are the property of the Dread Pirate Roberts and you…do…what…you're…told!

Life isn't fair, Bill. We tell our children that it is, but it's a terrible thing to do. It's not only a lie, it's a cruel lie. Life is not fair, and it never has been, and it's never going to be.

Hola... me llamo Íñigo Montoya; tú mataste a mi padre; disponte a morir.

La existencia era realmente muy sencilla cuando uno obedecía órdenes. No había nada mejor ni más fácil que lo que le aguardaba.

Well, why don't we just begin our letter with 'Divine Westley,' and appeal to his sense of modesty, the Prince suggested.

That is such a bizarre request I have to agree to do it.

I'm a dead cookie.