My Westley Will Come For Me.

It’s An Accepted Fact That All Writers Are Crazy, Even The Normal Ones Are Weird.

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.

You're Alive!" Fezzik Cried. The Man In Black Sat Immobile, Like A Ventriloquist's Dummy, Just His Mouth Moving. "that Is Perhaps The Most Childishly Obvious Remark I Have Ever Come Across.

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.

Flaws Would Not Only Bring Death But, Far Worse, Humiliation.