One Way An Author Dies A Little

Buttercup's Mother Hesitated, Then Put Her Stew Spoon Down. (this Was After Stew, But So Is Everything. When The First Man First Clambered From The Slime And Made His First Home On Land, What He Had For Supper That First Night Was Stew.)

Westley And I Are Joined By The Bond Of Love And You Cannot Track That, Not With A Thousand Bloodhounds, And You Cannot Break It, Not With A Thousand Swords.

At 8:23 There Seemed Every Chance Of A Lasting Alliance Starting Between Florin And Guilder. At 8:24 The Two Nations Were Very Close To War.

Anything There Is That I Can Do For You, I Will Do For You; Anything There Is That I Cannot Do, I Will Learn To Do.

I Don't Guess. I Think. I Ponder. I Deduce. Then I Decide. But I Never Guess.