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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.

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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.

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The Princess Bride S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale Of True Love And High Adventure You Had To Admire A Guy Who Called His Own New Book A Classic Before It Was Published And Anyone Had A Chance To Read It.

The Easiest Thing To Do On Earth Is Not Write…but This Is Life On Earth, You Can't Have Everything.

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I've Been In The Revenge Buisness For So Long, Now That It's Over I Don't Know What To Do With The Rest Of My Life.

No More Rhymes Now I Mean It!” “anybody Want A Peanut?” “aahh!

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One Of The Easiest Things In The World Is Not To Write... If It Were Easy, Everyone Would Do It.

The Hollowness Was In His Arms And The World Was Snowing.

Everyone Had Told Her, Since She Became A Princess-in-training, That She Was Very Likely The Most Beautiful Woman In The World. Now She Was Going To Be The Richest And The Most Powerful As Well. Don't Expect Too Much From Life, Buttercup Told Herself As She Rode Along. Learn To Be Satisfied With What You Have.

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This Is My Favorite Book In All The World, Though I Have Never Read It.

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Yes, I Am A Failed Playwright. I Had Three Shows On Broadway By The Time I Was 30. They All Flopped, And I Fled.

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