The Infant Is Ten And He Stays.

Westley Closed His Eyes. There Was Pain Coming And He Had To Be Ready For It. He Had To Prepare His Brain, He Had To Get His Mind Controlled And Safe From Their Efforts, So That They Could Not Break Him. He Would Not Let Them Break Him. He Would Hold Together Against Anything And All. If Only They Gave Him Sufficient Time To Make Ready, He Knew He Could Defeat Pain. It Turned Out They Gave Him Sufficient Time (it Was Months Before The Machine Was Ready). But They Broke Him Anyway.

One Of The Easiest Things In The World Is Not To Write... If It Were Easy, Everyone Would Do It.

I Suppose I Was Dying Again, So I Asked The Lord Of Permanent Affection For The Strength To Live The Day. Clearly, The Answer Came In The Affirmative." "i Didn't Know There Was Such A Fellow," Buttercup Said. "neither Did I, In Truth, But If He Didn't Exist, I Didn't Much Want To Either.

You Are Wonderful, Father.""i'm More Than Wonderful, How Dare You Insult Me.

I'm Not Witch. I'm Your Wife.