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One way an author dies a little each day is when his books go out of print.

William Goldman

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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
Books
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Littles
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Inside and out, Westley's world was ripping apart and he could do nothing but crack along with it.
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Yes, I am a failed playwright. I had three shows on Broadway by the time I was 30. They all flopped, and I fled.
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No. Not yet. A craftsman only. But I dream to be an artist. I pray that someday, if I work with enough care, if I am very very lucky, I will make a weapon that is a work of art. Call me an artist then, and I will answer.
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Never argue with your wife about hostility when she's a certified Freudian.
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You have to protect your writing time. You have to protect it to the death.
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I'm not witch. I'm your wife.
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I’ll tell you the truth and its up to you to live with it.
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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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True love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops.
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Get used to disappointment.
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The Duchess set about studying Annette and shortly found her adversary's tragic flaw. Chocolate.
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You are trying to kidnap what I have rightfully stolen, and I think it quite ungentlemanly.
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He's right on top of us. I wonder if he is using the same wind we are using.
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You could concentrate much more deeply when you were alone with agony.
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Liar! Liar! shrieked suddenly from the now open trap door. Miracle Max whirled. Back, Witch-- he commanded. I'm not a witch, I'm your wife-- she was advancing on him now, an ancient tiny fury--and after what you've just done I don't think I want to be that any more--
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You have a dizzying intellect.
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I know something you do not know. I am not left-handed either.
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He had risked his life and now it was walking away from him, hand-in-hand with a Ruffian prince.
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Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,--darling Westly, adored Westly, sweet perfect Westly, whisper that I have a chance to win your love. And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done: she looked right into his eyes. He closed the door in her face.
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