True Love Is The Best Thing In

She Loves You," The Prince Cried. "she Loves You Still And You Love Her, So Think Of That--think Of This Too: In All This World, You Might Have Been Happy, Genuinely Happy. Not One Couple In A Century Has That Chance, Not Really, No Matter What The Storybooks Say, But You Could Have Had It, And So, I Would Think, No One Will Ever Suffer A Loss As Great As You.

I Don't Like Killing A Girl," The Spaniard Said. "god Does It All The Time; If It Doesn't Bother Him, Don't Let It Worry You.

And What Have I Done?" What? What?...you've Stolen Them." With That, Cornelia Fled, But Buttercup Understood; She Knew Who "them" Was. The Boys. The Beef-witted Featherbrained Rattledskulled Clodpated Dim-domed Noodle-noggined Sapheaded Lunk-knobbed Boys.

Do I Love You? My God, If Your Love Were A Grain Of Sand, Mine Would Be A Universe Of Beaches! If Your Love Were-" "i Don't Understand That First One Yet," Buttercup Interrupted. She Was Starting To Get Very Excited Now. "let Me Get This Straight. Are You Saying My Love Is A Grain Of Sand And Yours Is This Other Thing? Images Confuse Me So - Is This Universal Business Of Yours Bigger Than My Sand? Help Me, Westley. I Have The Feeling We're On The Verge Of Something Just Terribly Important.

I Love You, I Know This Must Come As Something Of A Surprise, Since All I’ve Ever Done Is Scorn You And Degrade You And Taunt You, But I Have Loved You For Several Hours Now, And Every Second, More. I Thought An Hour Ago That I Loved You More Than Any Woman Has Ever Loved A Man, But A Half Hour After That I Knew That What I Felt Before Was Nothing Compared To What I Felt Then. But Ten Minutes After That, I Understood That My Previous Love Was A Puddle Compared To The High Seas Before A Storm.