The Enemy Is Always In The Mind.

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

I Love You, I Know This Must Come As Something Of A Surprise, Since All I’ve Ever Done Is Scorn You And Degrade You And Taunt You, But I Have Loved You For Several Hours Now, And Every Second, More. I Thought An Hour Ago That I Loved You More Than Any Woman Has Ever Loved A Man, But A Half Hour After That I Knew That What I Felt Before Was Nothing Compared To What I Felt Then. But Ten Minutes After That, I Understood That My Previous Love Was A Puddle Compared To The High Seas Before A Storm.

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.

A Good Writer Is Not Someone Who Knows How To Write- But How To Rewrite

Westley: Hear This Now: I Will Always Come For You. Buttercup: But How Can You Be Sure? Westley: This Is True Love-you Think This Happens Every Day? Westley: I Told You I Would Always Come For You. Why Didn't You Wait For Me? Buttercup: Well...you Were Dead. Westley: Death Cannot Stop True Love. All It Can Do Is Delay It For A While. Buttercup: I Will Never Doubt Again. Westley: There Will Never Be A Need.