The First Morning After Westley's Departure, Buttercup

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

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

I Say You Are A Coward And You Are; I Think You Hunt Only To Reassure Yourself That You Are Not What You Are: The Weakest Thing To Ever Walk The Earth. He Will Come For Me And Then We Will Be Gone, And You Will Be Helpless For All Your Hunting, Because 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.

Look. (grown-ups Skip This Paragraph) I'm Not About To Tell You This Book Has A Tragic Ending. I Already Said In The Very First Line How It Was My Favorite In All The World. But There's A Lot Of Bad Stuff Coming.

Since The Invention Of The Kiss, There Have Only Been Five Kisses That Were Rated The Most Passionate, The Most Pure. This One Left Them All Behind.