There Is No Room In My Body

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.

Enough About My Beauty," Buttercup Said. "everybody Always Talks About How Beautiful I Am. I've Got A Mind, Westley. Talk About That.

Just Because You're Beautiful And Perfect, It's Made You Conceited.

In Hollywood, No One Knows Anything.

It's One Of My Biggest Memories Of My Father Reading. I Had Pneumonia, Remember, But I Was A Little Better Now, And Madly Caught Up In The Book, And One Thing You Know When You're Ten Is That, No Matter What, There's Gonna Be A Happy Ending. They Can Sweat All They Want To Scare You, The Authors, But Back Of It All You Know, You Just Have No Doubt, That In The Long Run Justice Is Going To Win Out.