Is This A Kissing Book?

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

I Understand Everything,” He Said. “you Understand Nothing, But It Really Doesn’t Matter, Since What You Mean Is, You’re Glad To See Me, Just As I’m Glad To See You Because No More Loneliness.” “that’s What I Mean,” Said Fezzik.

There Were Some Things You Did, No Matter What, And When A Friend Needed Help, You Helped Them.

Fezzik's In Trouble, Bubble Bubble, His Brain Is Just Not In The Pink, His Mind Is Rubble, Rub-a-dub Double, Because Everyone Needs Him To Think.

[prince Humperdinck] Was Seventy-five Minutes Away From His First Female Murder, And He Wondered If He Could Get His Fingers To Her Throat Before Even The Start Of A Scream. He Had Been Practicing On Giant Sausages All The Afternoon And Had The Movements Down Pretty Pat, But Then, Giant Sausages Weren’t Necks And All The Wishing In The World Wouldn’t Make Them So.