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“I could give you my word as a Spaniard," Inigo said.
"No good," the man in black replied. "I've known too many Spaniards.”

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

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Look. (Grown-ups skip this paragraph) I'm not about to tell you this book has a tragic ending. I already said in the very first line how it was my favorite in all the world. But there's a lot of bad stuff coming.”

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

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

“Inigo Montoya: He's right on top of us. I wonder if he is using the same wind we are using.”

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

“I don't like killing a girl," the Spaniard said.
"God does it all the time; if it doesn't bother Him, don't let it worry you.”

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

“Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today.”

“I just know once you're over your emotional outbursts, you'll come up with-'
I mean if we even had a wheelbarrow, that would be something,' Westley said.”

“The boys. The beef-witted featherbrained rattleskulled clod-pated dim-domed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed boys. How could anybody accuse her of stealing them? Why would anybody want them anyway?”

“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.”

“I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I LOVE YOU. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I.”

“Enough about my beauty," Buttercup said. "Everybody always talks about how beautiful I am. I've got a mind, Westley. Talk about that.”

“I mean if we even had a wheelbarrow, that would be something.”

“I write out of revenge.”

“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.)”

“My Westley will come for me.”

“When was the last time you read a book? The truth now. And picture books don't count-I mean something with print in it.”

“Inside and out, Westley's world was ripping apart and he could do nothing but crack along with it.”

“Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line.”

“Let's look on the bright side: we're having an adventure, Fezzik, and most people live and die without being as lucky as we are.”

“The hollowness was in his arms and the world was snowing.”