Just Because You're Beautiful And Perfect, It's

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.

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

Who Are You?" "no One Of Consequence." "i Must Know." "get Used To Disappointment.

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.

The Tears That Kept Buttercup Company The Remainder Of The Day Were Not At All Like Those That Had Blinded Her Into The Tree Trunk. Those Were Noisy And Hot; They Pulsed. These Were Silent And Steady And All They Did Was Remind Her That She Wasn’t Good Enough. She Was Seventeen, And Every Male She’d Ever Known Had Crumbled At Her Feet And It Meant Nothing. The One Time It Really Mattered, She Wasn’t Good Enough.