I've Been Saying It So Long To

It Was Only When The Giant Got Halfway Down The Incline That He Suddenly, Happily, Burst Into Flame And Continued His Trip Saying, "no Survivors, No Survivors!" In A Manner That Could Only Indicate Deadly Sincerity. It Was Seeing Him Happily Burning And Advancing That Startled The Brute Squad To Screaming. And Once That Happened, Why, Everybody Panicked And Ran.

Who Says Life Is Fair, Where Is That Written?

Westley: Hear This Now: I Will Always Come For You. Buttercup: But How Can You Be Sure? Westley: This Is True Love-you Think This Happens Every Day? Westley: I Told You I Would Always Come For You. Why Didn't You Wait For Me? Buttercup: Well...you Were Dead. Westley: Death Cannot Stop True Love. All It Can Do Is Delay It For A While. Buttercup: I Will Never Doubt Again. Westley: There Will Never Be A Need.

Nobody Knows Anything.

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.