“The wrong people die, some of them, and the reason is this: life is not fair. Forget all the garbage your parents… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“Your father is dying." "Drat!" said the Prince, "That means I shall have to get married.” — William Goldman Copy Share Image
Buttercup's mother whirled on him. 'Did you forget to pay your taxes?' (This was after taxes. But everything is after taxes. Taxes… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“Later, years later even, sometimes I might say, "How about the duel on the cliff with Inigo and the man in black?"… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
Buttercup's mother hesitated, then put her stew spoon down. (This was after stew, but so is everything. When the first man first… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
I must be overtired', Buttercup managed. 'The excitement and all.' 'Rest then', her mother cautioned. 'Terrible things can happen when you're overtired.… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“The wrong people die, some of them, and the reason is this: life is not fair. Forget all the garbage your parents… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
It's one of my biggest memories of my father reading. I had pneumonia, remember, but I was a little better now, and… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
Her mother was my wife," the Count roared, loudest of all. "You pathetic excuse for am money-grubbing fool, you disgrace to the… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“And when she at last came out, her eyes were dry. Her parents stared up from their silent breakfast at her. They… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“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… — William Goldman Copy Share
You're alive!" Fezzik cried. The man in black sat immobile, like a ventriloquist's dummy, just his mouth moving. "That is perhaps the most childishly… — William Goldman Copy Share
“You thought I was answering "As you wish" but that's only because you were hearing wrong. "I love you" was what it was, but… — William Goldman Copy Share
One way an author dies a little each day is when his books go out of print. — William Goldman Copy Share
“And when she at last came out, her eyes were dry. Her parents stared up from their silent breakfast at her. They both started… — William Goldman Copy Share
“any experience is profitable if you allow it to be, all actions are profitable, no matter how badly you may suffer from them.” — William Goldman Copy Share
“Buttercup could picture Westley rounding the final corner. There were four guards outside waiting. At ten seconds per guard, she began figuring, but then… — William Goldman Copy Share
“Well, you haven’t once said you loved me.’ ‘That’s all you need? Easy. I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell… — William Goldman Copy Share
You think this is a trap then?" the Count asked. "I always think everything is a trap until proven otherwise," the Prince answered. "Which… — William Goldman Copy Share
“He nodded, took a step away. “I’ll send for you soon. Believe me." “Would my Westley ever lie?” He took another step. “I’m late.… — William Goldman Copy Share
“This was not before doctors, but in Turkey they hadn't gotten around to claiming the bone business yet; milkmen still were in charge of… — William Goldman Copy Share
“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.” — William Goldman Copy Share
