I Don't Guess. I Think. I Ponder.

Death Cannot Stop True Love. All It Can Do Is Delay It For A While.

Her Heart Was A Secret Garden And The Walls Were Very High.

I Write Out Of Revenge.

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 Say You Are A Coward And You Are; I Think You Hunt Only To Reassure Yourself That You Are Not What You Are: The Weakest Thing To Ever Walk The Earth. He Will Come For Me And Then We Will Be Gone, And You Will Be Helpless For All Your Hunting, Because Westley And I Are Joined By The Bond Of Love And You Cannot Track That, Not With A Thousand Bloodhounds, And You Cannot Break It, Not With A Thousand Swords.