Quotes from William Goldman

me sería útil conocerlo un poco mejor. ¿Es de verdad tan maravilloso vuestro Westley? —Maravilloso, no; es perfecto —respondió—. Carece de defectos. Es magnífico. Sin mácula. Tirando a ideal. —Miró al príncipe y le preguntó—: ¿Os estoy ayudando? —Creo que las emociones empañan un poco vuestra objetividad.

Aw shit,' I said and I started to cry.

En mi cuerpo no hay sitio más que para tí.

Who can know when his world is going to change?… Picture this now: an all-but-illiterate old man struggling with an enemy tongue, an all-but-exhausted young boy fighting against sleep… Who could suspect that in the morning a different child would wake?… Perhaps I should have at least known something, but maybe not; who can sense revelation in the wind?

What are you so afraid oft Fezzik raised his great head and managed to look at them. Getting water up my nose, he whispered. I hate it so much. And then he buried his head again.

It was 5.48, and she knew that she would never die.

Probabilmente sono troppo stanca» inventò Buttercup. «L'eccitazione e tutto il resto». «Riposati, allora» l'ammonì sua madre. «Quando sei troppo stanca ti succedono cose tremende. Ero troppo stanca la sera in cui tuo padre mi ha chiesto di sposarlo».

I, Inigo Montoya, do challenge you, coward, pig, killer, ass, fool, to battle.

Soy tu príncipe y te casarás conmigo —le dijo Humperdinck. —Soy vuestra sierva y me niego —susurró Buttercup. —Soy tu príncipe y no puedes negarte. —Soy vuestra sierva fiel y acabo de hacerlo. —Negarte significa la muerte. —Matadme entonces.

I got to belch my witch; she's done eating by now.

Non hai pensato che ho sostenuto grandi sforzi e molte spese, e sono incorso in disagi personali, per arrivare fin qui» osservò l'uomo in nero «e se fallisco ora, potrei arrabbiarmi molto? E se lei dovesse smettere di respirare, tu potresti ammalarti della stessa fatale malattia?»

I don't have to tell you, once you get a corpse really caught up in conversation, your battle's half over.

The wrong people die, some of them, and the reason is this: life is not fair.

You'll pick the wrong one, knowing you...He did pick the wrong one.

Worse, he died. Mr. Shog, I mean. (Don't ask how you could tell. It was easy. One morning he just stopped sweating, so there it was.)

Oh, of course she'd thought about it; every girl does from time to time.

I am Inigo Montoya and I do not accept defeat.

who was Fezzik. Not your ordinary Hadassah

What I'd give for a holocaust cloak, he said then. There we can't help you, Inigo said. Will this do? Fezzik wondered, pulling out his holocaust cloak.

The Thieves Quarter was worse than he remembered. Always, before, Fezzik had been with him, and they made rhymes, and Fezzik was enough to keep any thief away. Inigo moved panicked up the dark streets, desperately afraid.

The next morning, Inigo began the track-down. He had it all carefully prepared in his mind. He would find the six-fingered man. He would go up to him. He would say simply, "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die," and then, oh then, the duel.

It was too unfair. You expected unfairness if you breathed, but this went beyond that.

The Sicilian's word was not just law, it was gospel.

I'm Inigo Montoya the Wizard; come for me!