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… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
One way an author dies a little each day is when his books go out of print. — 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 both started… — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
