"we’ll Never Survive!” “nonsense. You’re Only Saying

While He Was Watching The Ships, Buttercup Shoved Him With All Her Strength Remaining. [...] Down Went The Man In Black. [...] "you Can Die Too For All I Care," She Said, And Then She Turned Away. Words Followed Her. Whispered From Far, Weak And Warm And Familiar. "as...you...wish..."

I Have Stayed These Years In My Hovel Because Of You. I Have Taught Myself Languages Because Of You. I Have Made My Body Strong Because I Thought You Might Be Pleased By A Strong Body. I Have Lived My Life With Only The Prayer That Some Sudden Dawn You Might Glance In My Direction. I Have Not Known A Moment In Years When The Sight Of You Did Not Send My Heart Careening Against My Rib Cage. I Have Not Known A Night When Your Visage Did Not Accompany Me To Sleep. There Has Not Been A Morning When You Did Not Flutter Behind My Waking Eyelids.

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.)

I’ll Tell You The Truth And Its Up To You To Live With It.

I Don't Like Killing A Girl," The Spaniard Said. "god Does It All The Time; If It Doesn't Bother Him, Don't Let It Worry You.