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Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something. If this is true, or if you are one of the people who believe this is true, then the one universal way to enjoy life is still the same, which is to learn to be grateful that it is not worse!!
William Goldman
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One of the easiest things in the world is not to write... If it were easy, everyone would do it.
William Goldman
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A good writer is not someone who knows how to write- but how to rewrite
William Goldman
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Westley closed his eyes. There was pain coming and he had to be ready for it. He had to prepare his brain, he had to get his mind controlled and safe from their efforts, so that they could not break him. He would not let them break him. He would hold together against anything and all. If only they gave him sufficient time to make ready, he knew he could defeat pain. It turned out they gave him sufficient time (it was months before the Machine was ready). But they broke him anyway.
William Goldman
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I love you, I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I’ve ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm.
William Goldman
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Chapter One. The Bride." He held up the book then. "I'm reading it to you for relax." He practically shoved the book in my face. "By S. Morgenstern. Great Florinese writer. The Princess Bride. He too came to America. S. Morgenstern. Dead now in New York. The English is his own. He spoke eight tongues." Here my father put down the book and held up all his fingers. "Eight. Once in Florin City...
William Goldman
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The Queen's Pride was his ship, and he loved her.
William Goldman
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You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance," Domingo said.
William Goldman
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Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do.
William Goldman
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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.
William Goldman
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Inconceivable!" "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
William Goldman
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You have to protect your writing time. You have to protect it to the death.
William Goldman
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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.
William Goldman
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You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.
William Goldman
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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."
William Goldman
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You have a dizzying intellect.
William Goldman
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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.
William Goldman
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I’ll tell you the truth and its up to you to live with it.
William Goldman
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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.
William Goldman
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The enemy is always in the mind.
William Goldman
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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
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Westley: This is true love — you think this happens every day?
William Goldman
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Have fun storming the castle!
William Goldman
