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William Goldman
Age: 87 †
Born: 1931
Born: August 12
Died: 2018
Died: November 16
Novelist
Playwright
Screenwriter
Writer
Highland Park
Illinois
S. Morgenstern
Harry Longbaugh
Anything
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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.
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Flaws would not only bring death but, far worse, humiliation.
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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.
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People don't remember me. Really. It's not a paranoid thing I just have this habit of slipping through memories. It doesn't bother me all that much, except I guess that's a lie it does. For some reason, I test very high on forgettability.
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It’s an accepted fact that all writers are crazy, even the normal ones are weird.
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If all that's going on in your scenes is what's going on in your scenes, think about it a long time.
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Why do you wear a mask and hood? I think everybody will in the near future, was the man in black's reply. They're terribly comfortable.
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In Hollywood, no one knows anything.
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You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.
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Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line.
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True love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops.
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You can never trust what you read.
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The boys. The village boys. The beef-witted featherbrained rattleskulled clodpated dimdomed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed boys. How could anybody accuse her of stealing them? Why would anybody want them anyway?
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The Queen's Pride was his ship, and he loved her. (That was the way his sentences always went: It is raining today and I love you. My cold is better and I love you. Say hello to Horse and I love you. Like that.)
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Her mother was my wife, the Count roared, loudest of all. You pathetic excuse for am money-grubbing fool, you disgrace to the face of the world. And with a shriek of disgust he turned and was gone. Guilietta was beside Inigo then, so excited. Daddy likes you, she said.
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Enough about my beauty, Buttercup said. Everybody always talks about how beautiful I am. I've got a mind, Westley. Talk about that.
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The first morning after Westley's departure, Buttercup thought she was entitled to do nothing more than sit around moping and feeling sorry for herself. After all, the love of her life had fled, life had no meaning, how could you face the future, et cetera, et cetera.
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Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.
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My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!
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