One Way An Author Dies A Little

Life Is Pain, Highness. Anyone Who Tells You Differently Is Selling Something.

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.

You're Alive!" Fezzik Cried. The Man In Black Sat Immobile, Like A Ventriloquist's Dummy, Just His Mouth Moving. "that Is Perhaps The Most Childishly Obvious Remark I Have Ever Come Across.

Dummy, Dummy, Go Out Now And Fill Your Tummy.

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.