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He's right on top of us. I wonder if he is using the same wind we are using.
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Inconceivable!" "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
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It’s an accepted fact that all writers are crazy, even the normal ones are weird.
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Look, are you just fiddling around with me or what?" "I just want you to feel you're doing well. I hate for people o die embarrassed.
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When I was your age, television was called books.
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You have to protect your writing time. You have to protect it to the death.
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Tr...ooooo...luv...' Fezzik grabbed onto Inigo in panic and they both pivoted, staring at the man in black, who was silent again. '"True love," he said,' Inigo cried. 'You heard him – true love is what he wants to come back for. That's certainly worthwhile.' '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.
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One way an author dies a little each day is when his books go out of print.
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There is one crucial rule that must be followed in all creative meetings. Never speak first. At least at the start, your job is to shut up.
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Get used to disappointment.
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You don't want to be rude but you have to be careful - there are a lot of strange people out there. (Goldman attributes this quote to Cliff Robertson.)
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No. Not yet. A craftsman only. But I dream to be an artist. I pray that someday, if I work with enough care, if I am very very lucky, I will make a weapon that is a work of art. Call me an artist then, and I will answer.
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There have been five great kisses since 1642 B.C...(before then couples hooked thumbs.) And the precise rating of kisses is a terribly difficult thing, often leading to great controversy.... Well, this one left them all behind.
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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 they are earthbound.
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The enemy is always in the mind.
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Westley: This is true love — you think this happens every day?
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You have a dizzying intellect.
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You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.
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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.
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When I left you, you were already more beautiful than anything I dared to dream. In our years apart, my imaginings did their best to improve on your perfection. At night, your face was forever behind my eyes. And now I see that that vision who kept me company in my loneliness was a hag compared to the beauty now before me.
William Goldman