One Way An Author Dies A Little

For You See Each Day I Love You More Today More Than Yesterday And Less Than Tomorrow. Just Because You're Beautiful And Perfect, It's Made You Conceited.

Nobody Knows Anything.

I Am As Devoted To Adventure Now As Then, And That’s Never Going To Stop.

Enough About My Beauty," Buttercup Said. "everybody Always Talks About How Beautiful I Am. I've Got A Mind, Westley. Talk About That.

The First Morning After Westley's Departure, Buttercup Thought She Was Entitled To Do Nothing More Than Sit Around Moping And Feeling Sorry For Herself. After All, The Love Of Her Life Had Fled, Life Had No Meaning, How Could You Face The Future, Et Cetera, Et Cetera.