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13e0896
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Wow, brains as well as boobs.
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William Goldman |
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808aa92
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Non sto cercando di demoralizzarvi, cercate di capire. Voglio dire che penso veramente che l'amore sia la cosa piu bella del mondo, dopo le pasticche per la tosse. Ma devo anche dire, per l'ennesima volta, che la vita non e giusta. E solo piu decente della morte, tutto qui.
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William Goldman |
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b4d1b81
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She does not get eaten by the sharks at this time," my father said. I looked up at him. "What?" "You looked like you were getting too involved and bothered so I thought I would let you relax."
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William Goldman |
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Back when we were on the farm, I thought I loved you, but that was not love. When I saw your face behind the mask on the ravine floor, I thought I loved you, but that was again nothing more than deep infatuation. Beloved: I think I love you now, and I pray you only give me the chance to spend my life in constant proving.
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William Goldman |
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8103176
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There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey.
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William Goldman |
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6d19fc6
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You mean you'll put down your rock and I'll put down my sword and we'll try to kill each other like civilized people, is that
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William Goldman |
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It appears to me as if we're doomed, then," Buttercup said. Westley looked at her. "Doomed, madam?" "To be together. Until one of us dies." "I've done that already, and I haven't the slightest intention of ever doing it again," Westley said. Buttercup looked at him. "Don't we sort of have to sometime?" "Not if we promise to outlive each other, and I make that promise now." Buttercup looked at him. "Oh my Westley, so do I."
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William Goldman |
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The old man nodded. "Now I can die." She glanced at him. "Don't." Her tone was surprisingly tender, and probably she sensed how important he really was to her, because when he did die, two years further on, she went right after, and most of the people who knew her well agreed it was the sudden lack of opposition that undid her."
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William Goldman |
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1afd32a
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The main thing was to know the world, every twenty-five years or so, back for a couple hundred years, and if you had that info handy, always there under your belt, then you could figure out the gaps.
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William Goldman |
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This was long after hairdressers; in truth, ever since there have been women, there have been hairdressers, Adam being the first, though the King James scholars do their very best to muddy this point.)
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William Goldman |
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07c5031
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Hello . . . my name is Inigo Montoya; you killed my father . . . prepare to die . . . .
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William Goldman |
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237219a
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So you think this is a trap then? the Count said. I think everything is a trap. which is why I am still alive. said the prince
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William Goldman |
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c933fa0
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There were stories that the King was dying, that he was already dead, that he had been dead long since, that he was fine.
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William Goldman |
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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?" "It does se..
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humor
love
melancholy
letters
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William Goldman |
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He studied, fretted, complained. He never should have taken the job; it was impossible. The next day he would be flying: he never should have taken the job; it was too simple to be worth his labors. Joy to despair, joy to despair, day to day, hour to hour. Sometimes Inigo would wake to find him weeping: "What is it, Father?" "It is that I cannot do it. I cannot make the sword. I cannot make my hands obey me. I would kill myself except what ..
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William Goldman |
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0ee8cdc
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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 t..
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William Goldman |
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ea9466e
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Inigo stood still a moment, panting. Then he made a half turn in the direction of Count Rugen and executed a quick and well-formed bow. "Hello," he said. "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
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William Goldman |
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She had never looked as well. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering.
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pain
loss
suffering
sorrow
heartbreak
love
melancholy
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William Goldman |
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2c4bb33
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Will you draw your sword with your free hand?
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William Goldman |
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d354dab
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The new doctors all agreed on various tried-and-true medications, and within forty-eight hours of their coming on the case, the King was dead.
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William Goldman |
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a76d2e7
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Every night for the next year he always said something like that to me: 'Thank you for everything, Westley, good night now, I'll probably kill you in the morning.
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William Goldman |
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I'm not about to argue with a full professor, but if you ever have a really unbreakable case of insomnia, do yourself a favor and start reading Chapter Three of the uncut version.
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William Goldman |
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Has it got any sports in it?" "Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautifulest ladies. Snakes. Spiders. Beasts of all natures and descriptions. Pain. Death. Brave men. Coward men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles." "Sounds okay," I said, and I kind of closed my eyes. "I'll do my best to stay awake . . . but I'm awful sleepy, Daddy . . . ." Who can ..
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William Goldman |
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16fb51f
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With any luck at all," he said, "we should soon be safely in the Fire Swamp."
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William Goldman |
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8ff721f
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What with one thing and another, three years passed.
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William Goldman |
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We are one heartbeat," and she kissed him softly and said, "And will always be."
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William Goldman |
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Fortunately for all concerned save the sharks, it was around this time that the moon came out. "There she is," shouted the Sicilian, and like lightning the Spaniard turned the boat and as the boat drew close the Turk reached out a giant arm and then she was back in the safety of her murderers while all around them the sharks bumped each other in wild frustration."
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William Goldman |
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INIGO WAS IN Despair. Hard to find on the map (this was after maps) not because cartographers didn't know of its existence, but because when they visited to measure its precise dimensions, they became so depressed they began to drink and question everything, most notably why would anyone want to be something as stupid as a cartographer? It required constant travel, no one ever knew your name, and, most of all, since wars were always changin..
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William Goldman |
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Fezzik reached the top of the wall and started carefully climbing down the other side. "I understand everything," he said. "You understand nothing, but it really doesn't matter, since what you mean is, you're glad to see me, just as I'm glad to see you because no more loneliness." "That's what I mean," said Fezzik."
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William Goldman |
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4c5d9ac
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For there was now a wall of trees blocking any progress- -and Inigo would not stop bleeding- -and Westley would not start breathing- -and Buttercup would not stop staring at him, her face lit with the hope that of all the creatures left stomping the earth, he, Fezzik, was the only one that could save her beloved and thereby stop her heart from shredding. Fezzik at this heroic moment knew what he wanted most to do: suck his thumb forever. Bu..
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William Goldman |
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Inigo looked at him. "You mean you'll forgive me completely for saving your life if I completely forgive you for saving mine?" "You're my friend, my only one." "Pathetic, that's what we are," Inigo said. "Athletic."
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William Goldman |
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That explains it." Actually, of course, it didn't explain anything, but whenever doctors are confused about something, which is really more frequently than any of us would do well to think about, they always snatch at something in the vicinity of the case and add, "That explains it."
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William Goldman |
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There's death coming up, and you better understand this: some of the wrong people die. Be ready for it. This isn't Curious George Uses the Potty.
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William Goldman |
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Why was it worth so much of your life?" "Because I could not fail him again." "Fail who?" "My father."
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William Goldman |
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e905e5f
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He always felt better when he could dole out pain alone.
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William Goldman |
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636ae67
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But my mind is like a thin line; it travels badly. I go from thought to thought but not with logic, and I forget things [...]
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William Goldman |
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1c9ee62
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he didn't forget this either. He just didn't remember it in time. . . .
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William Goldman |
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8bd4d8f
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But this is life on earth, you can't have everything.
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William Goldman |
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e216cd8
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You seem a decent fellow," Inigo said. "I hate to kill you." "You seem a decent fellow," answered the man in black. "I hate to die." --
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William Goldman |
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a80e89b
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You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance,
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William Goldman |
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d10840b
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It's not important, believe me; the past has a way of being past.
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William Goldman |
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108cb02
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God grant you your quota of smiles.
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smiles
smiling
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William Goldman |
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43d0a18
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Guess?" Vizzini cried. "I don't guess. I think. I ponder. I deduce. Then I decide. But I never guess."
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William Goldman |
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0dcfeab
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We are men of action. Lies do not become us.
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the-princess-bride
men-of-action
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William Goldman |