Cynics Are Simply Thwarted Romantics.

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...

I Suppose I Was Dying Again, So I Asked The Lord Of Permanent Affection For The Strength To Live The Day. Clearly, The Answer Came In The Affirmative." "i Didn't Know There Was Such A Fellow," Buttercup Said. "neither Did I, In Truth, But If He Didn't Exist, I Didn't Much Want To Either.

One Of The Easiest Things In The World Is Not To Write... If It Were Easy, Everyone Would Do It.

Buttercup's Mother Whirled On Him. 'did You Forget To Pay Your Taxes?' (this Was After Taxes. But Everything Is After Taxes. Taxes Were Here Even Before Stew.)

True Love Is The Best Thing In The World, Except For Cough Drops.