Get Used To Disappointment.

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

Buttercup's Mother Whirled On Him. 'did You Forget To Pay Your Taxes?' (this Was After Taxes. But Everything Is After Taxes. Taxes Were Here Even Before Stew.)

One Of The Things That Happens To Careers Out Here Is That People Destroy Themselves Because They Begin To Think They're Wonderful. They Begin To Think They Know What They're Doing, And The Minute That Happens, It's Over.

Westley Closed His Eyes. There Was Pain Coming And He Had To Be Ready For It. He Had To Prepare His Brain, He Had To Get His Mind Controlled And Safe From Their Efforts, So That They Could Not Break Him. He Would Not Let Them Break Him. He Would Hold Together Against Anything And All. If Only They Gave Him Sufficient Time To Make Ready, He Knew He Could Defeat Pain. It Turned Out They Gave Him Sufficient Time (it Was Months Before The Machine Was Ready). But They Broke Him Anyway.

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.