Quotes from William Goldman

Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.

If you're going to abridge a book in the author's own words, you can't go sticking your own in.

True love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops.

And that's when she put her book down. And looked at me. And said it: 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.

Have fun storming the castle!

Fool! cried the hunchback. You fell victim to one of the classic blunders. The most famous is 'Never get involved in a land war in Asia,' but only slightly less well known is this: 'Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line.

You mock my pain! Life is pain, anyone who says otherwise is obviously selling something!

You are trying to kidnap what I have rightfully stolen, and I think it quite ungentlemanly.

You think this is a trap then? the Count asked. I always think everything is a trap until proven otherwise, the Prince answered. Which is why I'm still alive.

People don't remember me. Really. It's not a paranoid thing; I just have this habit of slipping through memories. It doesn't bother me all that much, except I guess that's a lie; it does. For some reason, I test very high on forgettability.

Buttercup's mother whirled on him. 'Did you forget to pay your taxes?' (This was after taxes. But everything is after taxes. Taxes were here even before stew.)

The enemy is always in the mind.

She loves you, the Prince cried. She loves you still and you love her, so think of that--think of this too: in all this world, you might have been happy, genuinely happy. Not one couple in a century has that chance, not really, no matter what the storybooks say, but you could have had it, and so, I would think, no one will ever suffer a loss as great as you.

I must be overtired', Buttercup managed. 'The excitement and all.' 'Rest then', her mother cautioned. 'Terrible things can happen when you're overtired. I was overtired the night your father proposed.

Liar! Liar! shrieked suddenly from the now open trap door. Miracle Max whirled. Back, Witch-- he commanded. I'm not a witch, I'm your wife-- she was advancing on him now, an ancient tiny fury--and after what you've just done I don't think I want to be that any more--

Writing is finally about one thing: going into a room alone and doing it. Putting words on paper that have never been there in quite that way before. And although you are physically by yourself, the haunting Demon never leaves you, that Demon being the knowledge of your own terrible limitations, your hopeless inadequacy, the impossibility of ever getting it right. No matter how diamond-bright your ideas are dancing in your brain, on paper they are earthbound.

The Prince found Buttercup waiting unhappily outside his chamber doors. It's my letter,' she began. 'I cannot make it right.' Come in, come in,' the Prince said gently. 'Maybe we can help you.' She sat down in the same chair as before. 'All right, I'll close my eyes and listen; read to me.' 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?

Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.

Sonny, don't you tell me what's worthwhile--true love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. Everybody knows that.

Existence was really very simple when you did what you were told.

See? Fezzik pointed then. Far down, at the very bottom of the mountain path, the man in black could be seen running. Inigo is beaten. Inconceivable! exploded the Sicilian. Fezzik never dared disagree with the hunchback. I'm so stupid, Fezzik nodded. Inigo has not lost to the man in black, he has defeated him. And to prove it he has put on all the man in black's clothes and masks and hoods and boots and gained eighty pounds.

You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.

There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.

Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today.